From Rhyme To Free Verse Poem by Subhojit Kar

When you smiled,
You took away my breath,
When you cried,
For me, it was death.
Either way you killed me...

Now that I am dead,
On my grave
Would you please
Place a wreath?

It used to be so easy
To sing paeans on your beauty,
Words used to come to me
From Heaven, maybe
There was love in the air
And in my heart a burning pyre.

Now that you are lying
In the arms of someone else,
I can't but help sighing,
For I have lost my gift of rhyme
And have to sweat it on free verse.

I am afraid to bring you on my mind
For the memory is like a chilly wind
That rips apart my self-control
And leaves me moping in a loser's role,
An object of everyone's ridicule and pity
That's why I turned to free verse,
Dazzling Lady, that's why.