The Stoic

Just another attempt at continuous rhyme :)

In rustic feverish dusk he thought,

Mind is given, on heart to thwart,

Urges grew; logic had fought,

Men on nerves, composure wrought,

Arms not, skill did fought,

Few is few, not some are lot,

Lessons not, but words are taught,

Then again, his attention was caught,

By a letter, his phone had brought,

“Love u, I” (with a dot)

Then again anew was got,

A stoic, in the very heart, was shot.

     ---------- Amar Lakshya

Author's Note

i know its a bit childish...so bear with me.

Reviews

[Mz]

This is perfect!

I so love small, sweet, rhyming poems. And childish.

One of my new favorites. Thank you!

[Laminators Dubai]

i liked it coz its childish!
really...easy words...perfectly rhymed...and full of meaning....thoughts and state of mind....

thanks for sharing your words....

[Markus Anthony]

The rhyming was awesome. Keep it up.

[Leslie Philibert]

this is very, very good, great rhymes, with a real content that rings true ( to use a cliche !)..very good.