A Poem's Death Poem by Biraj Valia

Teary-eyed at the poem's funeral
Imagining it's cold blooded murder
Broken prose splitting lines unnatural
Pierced commentary every time harder

Last breath pleads for a drop of imagery
Left stranded on a path of unrhymed words
Sherlock's hand glass looking at misery
Revealing syllables scattered by nerds

Treachery of pretentious emotions
Kept poem yearning for a certain form
Death inevitable amidst notions
Deprived of a figure of speech as norm

Now bidding goodbye to the dead poem
Soul ne'er dies, await for a new poem
©birajv
8th July 2021