Sonnet: Against Modern Poetry

If Poetry is ‘right words in right place, ’ Blank verse is not the best of Poetry! It has a rhythmless/ meterless pace; Where is the passion, art and beauty? In construction, ’tis simulating prose; Rhymeless, it has no music and is mute; Just images, ’tis unscented a rose! Without melody is it called a lute? Where are the logic and the argument? ’Tis a train run on a meterless gauge! Where is the moral? Where is the accent? ‘Vers libre’ is a parrot in a cage! It fades like any other ‘mod’ fashion; ’Tis not holistic art but a fraction!