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Aug 2017
In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though not so clever.
Will take his father’s and mother’s good care;
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
Written by
Ksjpari  40/M/Surat, Gujarat, India
(40/M/Surat, Gujarat, India)   
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