Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -177


How Little Girl Hassles(Free Verse) -2

In free verse, the old 'rules' are broken, the line itself becomes the only rule.The verse is strophic, not contained in uniform stanzas. It must breath, think and sound like the poet. The rhythm keeps time with the poet's own heart beat. To ignore its form is irresponsible. It may be more difficult to create a line of free verse than metered verse, the length, word choice and placement become an extension of the poet even more without the 'rule' of predetermined patterns. With free verse it is up to the poet to create his/her own rules
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How Little Girl Hassles

And
Somehow pushed up
In last five minutes
Little girl is ready
In 'uniform'

But
Again slugs in bed
Saying 'I don't want to go'
Mamma asks why
' They force me to eat'

And
Mamma is happy for that
She wheedles little girl
This way and that way
And sends her to school

Now
Too tired mamma
Slips in bed
In closed eyes not
Knowing the forthcomming
Evening hubbub

Contd

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 21, 2013

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