Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -148


Thirsty Crow(Octain)

The Octain is an invented verse form
begins and ends the poem with the same word.
It was created by Lillian Mathilda Svenson.

The defining features of the Octain are:
an octastich, a poem in 8 lines.
syllabic,2-4-6-8-8-6-4-3 syllables per line. Not a typo, the last line takes 3 syllables
but the last word must be the same as the first.
rhymed or unrhymed. If it is rhymed the rhyme scheme is AbcdbcdA

Thirsty Crow

Thirsty
Crow called its clan
On finding water pot
On a parapet wall nearby
Crows flew in atonce and began
Fighting and broke the pot
Lo, to wait dry
Thirstily

Submitted: Sunday, May 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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