Nursery Prose Poem by Ravinder Malhotra

'The essence of poetry' said Robert Frost
'Is that in translation which gets lost'
But yowlers to this pay no heed
Raw words to them is poetry indeed

To them today it does appeal
To write about just how they feel
Lying in bed
What comes to head
Then arrange in lines of two, three, four
There’s no pleasure in poetry anymore

Rhyme now stinks faces uncertainty
Stares at it Banshee
A new system’s being advocated now
Where rhyme’s not needed anyhow
A new world order I suppose
Where toddlers would memorize nursery prose!

……….(c) 2010 Ravinder Malhotra