Rhymeless Poem by Nosheen Irfan

A mortal existence is always nonsense, sometimes life seems a byproduct or a product loss. A philosophic poem.

Life big ones swallowing the small ones and it's rhyme less, nicely written.10

The dramatics of life nicely expressed between the two poles of existence and struggle.10+++

This poem is as loud and traumatic as the tanka is quiet and reserved. You create a dramatic moment, leave it suspended and close the poem in h-o-p-e.

Waves without rhyme. Nice images. I like.