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Aug 2017
My life is my wife who my anger jell
By her loving words; her actions yell
All her work which she did for swell
My life – which without her is a well.
She is the one who does always blare
Whenever I am wrong; and does snare
All my guilt and lies that may stare
At my back for my downfall and bare.
I am developed by my skills and flair
By her and her talents which she share
Always with me. She gave my life bare
A sweet loving daughter; with me dare
She to challenge the world’s despair.
With the advent of my sweet daughter
Whole my life changed into pleasure.
This was a gift from my wife for sure
Who promised me to live forever.
Anguish, Despair and Gloom me ensnare
Change them all directly into air.
Hence I always say: Without wife
There is no way to live a life.
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 β€œPari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Written by
Ksjpari  40/M/Surat, Gujarat, India
(40/M/Surat, Gujarat, India)   
   Tia Imani Rose
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