Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -144


Too Vast, Too Far...(Hymnal Measure)

Hymnal Measure or Meter is:
stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains.A doubled quatrain is aHymnal Octave
metered, L1 and L3 are iambic tetrameter and L2 and L4 are iambic trimeter.
rhymed, rhyme scheme abab cdcd etc.


Too Vast, Too Far...

Too vast, too far untouchable
For my little hands weak-
To reach to meet thee unable
My waiting heart here meek-

God! please know this little soul
May thy mercy read me
Thee ought to descend and console
From my longing heart's spree

And while thee do so for my sake
Please, grant my heart a feel
Momentous thou grace to awake
my mired heart thee to heal

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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