Too hot to handle,
Steaming hot to kindle,
Expect to melt at its mantle,
Peaceful coexistence you bungle.
Criticism,
Sharp one to be precise,
Enmity you devise,
How dare among pals you arise,
Like devil conflict you entice,
Look at your own eye,
Dirtier than that of a slay,
Point your finger not at I,
For you are too unclean to spy.
Creator alone is ideal,
Adam himself had a fail,
Not to forget Peter's denial,
Your judgment is surely I'll.
My heart exult no more,
Trust shifted to Noah,
Dead is the flower,
Of love and intimate power.
Critic this is my plea,
Slam me yes,
Not exceeding some limit,
Without which,
Tempers and hatred,
Beckons you.!
Criticisms can be good but limits must be considered...