What
can be greater......
Sorrow in its dull
attire retraces
Its musty
past ruminating its
Quorum of steeped
memory.
Yields
are bewildering numerous.
Queries are
wholesome new.
What can be
more hurting
Than the ruinous
ignorance
Clubbed with
the messy dark,
Sidelining you
the victim ,
For its romping
prosperity?
What can be
more gnawing
to know than the
Growth
due in
you is
stunted by a
Diabolic lot of
vixen fox.
Nothing short
of throwing axe.
Childish wonder though, at times,
beneath the rough exterior of groundnut,
Nothing solid stays or pops
out
A healthy nut
to consume.
Why this sad
terrain to mourn?
What can
be more
consoling
To know than
realization stemming
From your plethora of experiences,
That none can
be ruthless insidious
When He The Supreme solid by your stand.
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