Poetry’s Been Abandoned.

By Sreejit Datta

You and I, and she and him,

And them and those and us –

We speak prose in this age.

We think and speak and write

Prose alone – only prose, all the time.

But that’s not how it used to be.

No, for our lively breathing

Has a song to it, it sure has a metre;

Our worn hearts prefer rhyming,

And our limbs can’t be still

When the drums ’ve started beating.

By Sreejit Datta