a jittery sound
makes the virtues drown
a slippery ground
rests the successor's crown
and
the brook keeps taking birth from the puddle
a felony voiced
moans the unheard noise
a desire poised
casts the doomed choice
and
the crook keeps cursing the cuddle
[may wrath befall those spineless creatures who forget 'eir mum's nurture as a child, 'eir dame's love as gift of a girl-child -- who think success only comes in the form of a boy, an able successor...]
2 comments:
well i as a girl thank u
Hey Koustav, each verse you have written is food for my thoughts...I totally loved your creation :-)
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