Poem: 15-4-2014

A poem in Terza Rima, in iambic pentameter.

FORECLOSE

There was a time when no one could disclose

What was lost, what was wrong, path of intent

Pointing to the red line, when to foreclose

Initial heart-break, awful discontent

Where to get credit, stop deficit, how

To overcome, smile even if not meant

Time passes, that was then and this is now

Happening to so many, why appease?

Identical blue-prints! What is the row?

All are part of the same boat, if you please!

Lalarukh Lasharie

The Lines