The fear of Fear
By Jyotirmaya. 20th May, 2006Categories: Cuboid Poetry
A glimpse, a gleam in eagle’s eye
Behind the bars, as I pass by.
A call, a shriek of irony,
Tells me my cage is just a lie.
Another Cuboid poem I wrote recently. The concept of cuboid poetry is that while it sits in this rigid square structure of 4 lines, 4 rhymes, 4 beats/line, it always alludes to something outside of the box, something cosmic. I started experimenting with this form because I feel it is a way of saying that although we live in this society of square buildings and straight roads, that our minds can still remain free and roam outside of these boxes.
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