The best poems are those,
Which are not understood,
By normal human beings
Readers take a life time,
Trying to solve the puzzle,
What did the poet really mean?

A sudden spurt of ideas ensues
And
Critiques earn their dues,
Trying to resolve
And
Take credit,
For what little they themselves know

Thank God in their time,
There was no computer nor telephone,
An instant cell, to question…
So they were saved all the embarrassment,
Which is our lot today,
As we have to explain,
The abstractness,
We so ingeniously display.