Heaps of books
Clutter a study room
Cutting and pasting
A word of choice
Is picked out from the original.
This is how a poem begins
But not a poet
Who still has nothing?
Of his own!
Taken from book “Anonymous fathers and others poems” by Tek B. Karki
I think, I am also a poet, but a visual poet and you are watching my poem. I think, all photographers are visual poet, what you say? Do you agree with me or not?
Gaurav Dhwaj Khadka
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