WOW! GOOD CREATIVITY!
Well, this is the 100th post. So, this is special. And i would like to thank each and every one of you for the kind support and generous appreciation. This has been amazing.
So, this poem follows my own original form, which i call ‘Sapt-niner‘. It contains 5 lined verses with an experimental syllable pattern of 9-7-9-7-9. The number of verses should be 9 or 7, preferably, but it must have a 9 syllabled conclusion. Also, just for this particular poem, the first letter of each verse spells my name. Although, i had reserved this form for when the follower count would cross the 500 mark. But, well, one thing at a time. This seems more appropriate for the 100th post. Enjoy!
a poem by pushkar prabhat
Pushing through enforced necessities
just to be judged on scales, tipped.
inherited duties, and courage:
infected with empathy;
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