All are not born with same talent wide So are looked upon badly, get chide Without any mistake they stride Trying to overcome aversion and pride. Such children are made stand at curbside And never in limelight nor can they decide Where to win or verve or vigor or hide. Such a boy is Neelraj, whom I too cried Bad words and treatment. Later I sighed In his support who was naughty and vied For excellence in his behavior to ride The position he not aspired for in pride. Hence again I like to say – Never divide Children in class and creed; nor deride Them for what they not had spied. Neelraj’s naughtiness and mischief can be dried Into obedience, respect and duty; not to snide.
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.