A way to the outer world from inside Is the window – an agent certified; Gloomy, depressed, woeful world Is made happy with a small riptide Which comes to the sight of bide Who live in and try to bestride Outer world keeping the brain aside; The brain – major cause of confide, Also makes us happy being gratified, Takes out from it to a mountainside Where nature is abound with pride And everyone rests and is pacified. Window is our comrade who crucified Agony, anguish, torture and toxified.
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.