On Creation

Micropoem#2

Poetry is not Dead

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?

http://stanzaicstylings.blogspot.in/2017/06/one-fine-line-by-rajnish-mishra.html