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 “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.