Remote area where there is no screen Timidity rules alone trying to save skin. Of all evils in the creation under discipline Timidity – a curse – is like a Saccharin. Sugary as tweet, booming as a violin Wicked as a fox, ill-mannered as Bedouin; Timidity sneaks secretly physique within And remains there undisturbed and akin. When obligatory duty or slog is seen Sharpens us, whet us till found Lenin. This makes us skinny, lanky and thin. Living timid for me is no than a sin. Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin! Timidity, a severe knight, should not reign Over us from beginning to let out jinn.
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.