THE RHYME, MY GREATEST CRIME Poem, by JVL NARASIMHA RAO, at My poetic side

For an immature poet like me the rhyme

Becomes the greatest crime

I want to write a poem on a piece of soap

Or the greatness of the Italian Pope

I talk about the faithfulness of a pet dog

Or the great utility of a school bag

I can write a poem on a match stick

Since I feel, for poetry there is no yardstick

Somebody thinks my poetry is rather Awkward

I can no longer go any forward

He feels my poetry is meant for un-schooled

I don’t think I am even a bit fooled

He opines my poems are mere mush

And I am making unnecessary fuss

In fact I am very much cooled

Because I think I am correctly ruled

Comments +

dbremner December 27th, 2010 16:18
Good fun that piece
jvl narasimha rao December 28th, 2010 06:48
Dear dbreamner, Thanks a lot for your appreciation and rating
yours lovingly,
JVL
Cheeky Missy January 1st, 2011 15:51
Ya, I quite enjoyed it! Since rhyme generally defines poetry for wee me, then I shall not charge you with criminality in using it, but rather congratulate you. And the essence of "poetry" aside, rhyming is jolly good fun, especially when paired with rythm......don't you agree? Thumbs up to all your rhyming!!!!

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THE RHYME, MY GREATEST CRIME