One Fine Line Poem by Rajnish Mishra
One Fine Line
Mourn for the departed glory,
For poems that left earth
Unheard, unsung.
Poetry lives in a line, or two,
The rest is merely glue, it's true.
A bold lone stroke stands not for art,
Nor one fine phrase for a poem.
When I see now, what passes for it,
It saddens; emboldens me a bit.
For who now crafts their one fine line
At a time,
And then, one more?
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life,poetry
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