कविता और फन (भाग द्वितीय)

How do I write a poem?

No big words, for starters,

Even if they sound right

For a bunch of lines 

Written too tight

Is so archaic.

How do I organise my poem?

No form you see,

This is 21st century

And we are freer than free

To gambol and romp

In abandon, in pomp

It's just a matter of a few hundred words splattered on the page across scores of lines afterall,

How do we get up if we don't fall?

(Oh that was a random imagery

Afterall, it is just poetry.)

Who do you write for?

That's a tough question,

And as a concession,

Let me say, it depends.

Somtimes,

You keep your audience in you mind

And leave a lot of you behind

At others,

It's what makes you feel

Oh yes, that you're the real deal

One final thing before I leave -

What do I write about?

Oh not again, these words I dread

And must tell you, with caution tread

For things are infinite

But if you will, and take my heed,

Could start with how your heart does bleed

At all things in this world unjust,

A shattered heart, some broken trust,

Of how this world has failed your lot.

You aritsts, poets, humans fraught

Must throw in some profanity

Or hit hard with some ugly truth

So frail, at ends of sanity

Afflicting old, infesting youth

And then that's there, a perfect piece

What some of them call poetry.