Money bringeth Thee price, only this much
Others, then, for their profit, Thee touch
Them Thou mattereth not that much
Harm alone thus Thee reacheth as such!
Enough of this wicked world, is Thy wish
Re-turn Thou to Thy Makers to flourish!
After many a days, have I attempted an acrostic poem. Such a poem begins each line with the letters in a given word. In the case of our blogpost, it is 'mother'.
I have consciously written it as a sestet. The quatrain and the couplet are thematically arranged as problems of the wearying world which the blessings by parents "re-solve".
In addition to the rhyme and rhythm (mostly iambic tetrameter, with a trochee), I have consciously used the archaic language with the religious overtones. Hope you like the acrostic. I keep on attempting this type of verse now and then because Aai liked crossword puzzles a lot
Pratima @ pain, pain, go away/thou canst not me so sway!
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