Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse - is like a Saccharin. Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin; Laziness creeps in secretly body within And remains there undisturbed and akin. It is seen when duty or slog does spin Grinds us till in others found Lenin. But that is a bad time as made us thin. Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin! Laziness, a Bad King, should not reign Over us from beginning to let out jinn. Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse - is like a Saccharin.
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.