I am quite a poet,
Often in solitude.
Words spill into paper with less effort,
When only I am to intrude
Into my mind of delusionary situations,
Trying to pick synonyms with rhyming combinations…
But how seldom is a poem forced upon you?
What to write when it’s Thursday due?
It has to succumb to the word limit,
It has to make sense by the time you finish;
A piece of art the entire class will applaud and cherish!
No plagiarism—a unique verse, just as unique as each one of us.
Then why care to think what THEY'LL conclude?
Why force meaning into your handmade delude?
Why force rhyme into your free verse?
When in reality, every poem is driven, but by a hidden force…
~ Kripa Sarkar
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