Rhythmic and Metric

The Dowager is Dead

Your look lascivious
did shame the dowager;
You’re but a cottager,
one that’s presumptuous.

She came here yesterday,
Expressed her quandary:
You’d crossed the boundary
in that companionway.

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Today exanimate
lies breast hers thunderstruck;
Suicide at Naugatuck
is what we apprehend.

You shamed the dowager;
Awaits jail, cottager.

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Prithviraj Shirole
Prithviraj Shirole
1 month ago

Perfectly crafted the story in a poetic way. It was an emotional read.

laxman baral
1 month ago

nice article to mention with us here

Mohammed jalaluddin
Mohammed jalaluddin
1 month ago

Great bro go on 😊

Prithviraj Shirole
Prithviraj Shirole
1 month ago

Perfectly crafted the story in a poetic way. It was an emotional read.

B Sudharsan
B Sudharsan
Reply to  Prithviraj Shirole
1 month ago

Thank you very much, my friend.

Mohammed jalaluddin
Mohammed jalaluddin
1 month ago

Great bro go on 😊

B Sudharsan
B Sudharsan
Reply to  Mohammed jalaluddin
1 month ago

Thanks a ton for the comment!

laxman baral
1 month ago

nice article to mention with us here

B Sudharsan
B Sudharsan
Reply to  laxman baral
1 month ago

Thank you for commenting!