Eminence
isn’t in exerting on next syllable,
Or
in metrical in rhythm that is(n’t) rhyme;
With
‘I’m’, & not ‘ iambic’ sagacity, be filled,
Where ain’t meters covered by feet too; lines.
Dive
that with free will singing blank verse,
In
the nudist paradise or in formal covered;
As literature
once spoken to be remembered,
Now,
as it can be read, so why words suffer?
Juggling
between the stressed or unstressed,
Poetic
benignity isn’t in distress convened;
Expressions
transcribed sans absolving rest,
Yet the
confessions too sail in Venice streams.
Poets
& Philosophers are indeed, with possessed,
To show
Universe who’s behind sheathed dress! 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023