When I was a kid I thought Poetry only meant a collection of lines with sometimes intelligent and at times ridiculous rhyming words in the end. And it was something which always sounded fun in totality.
But when I grew up I came across such pieces which didn’t have a single rhyming word in the end or any overtly synchronised rhythm in the content for that matter. And yet people termed them Poetry. Perhaps of a different kind! I surmised.
One day, I tried to translate my life so far in simple sentences as in each year of my life equating to one line. Surprisingly, there were no rhyming words in the end and some of the lines were scary as hell!
It took some time but eventually I accepted and later respected the fact that those lines -defining my life thus far - taken together was also Poetry.
Perhaps of a different kind! I know. And I thus realized, its not how a particular piece is written but how it all sounds and what all it evokes that is the point of it all!