Constraint

Once upon a schoolday an English teacher said

“Poetry is an art, an art to be read”

She talked and talked more and more to convey her definition

All I heard were rules to achieve complicated rendition

Assignments were made to put pen to paper

With constraints on my mind every verse was a scraper

Today my expressions flow freely from my finger tips

I find writing is almost as easy as if it were crossing my lips

Rules have a place to make a Society most suitable

But freedom from limits allows articulation to become transmutable

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