170×170 day 75 14.7.15

75 14.7.15 ballads 170x170

They worked day and night

The field filled up

With green plants

Brimming was life’s cup.


The time of harvest came

With it came the summon

From the moneylender

Asking for share of his own.


Years ago when he was not born

Crops failed, to avoid starvation

His father borrowed

Some money from this demon.


That money was lent

On a bizarre interest rate

Fifty years have passed by

Yet he as to parade to his gate.


Dish out his hard earned crop

That too the major portion

To this blood sucking leech

While their own food they ration.


No one cares about their plight,

The unjust vicious cycle of evil

That just won’t stop running

By rules that may outsmart devil.



Rules of Ballad: I will request you to explore the rules of ballad yourself. I read quite a handful of them and thought that it’s quite a liberal style of poem with varying size of stanzas and other things. Go ahead and explore them. I have zeroed on two things- telling a story, using four line stanzas with rhyming 2nd+4th line.



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