- It is true that I don't rhyme when I write poems. Life itself is like that. A long period of pain and a brief moment of joy. And the reverse also is true. Broken lines and meaningless disorder. Incidents occur in a jumble and we sit and piece them together; order scattered, disorder rearranged. Five joyous occasions joined in twos (pentametric lines) do not occur in life.
- I am too lazy to rhyme but prefer to break the lines where-ever I like. I only hope there is reason though rhyme goes for a song
Footprints in the sands of time
Measured steps to be washed away by a thoughtless wave
Saturday, July 7, 2007
WHERE IS RHYME?
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