The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle. Earlier there was raffle; Making us quite subtle In all innate our struggle. Money’s single ripple Can conscience straddle Into treachery subtle. So dear when see boodle Don’t forget to whistle; And flee away with chuckle From this vicious girdle.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. 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. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.