Bad as the sight of hell,
Possessing Lucifer's piercing horns and smell,
The abadacabra's of life,
Putting into pieces like the sharp edges of a knife,

Sincere hopes of the mother getting shattered,
The winner is the devil,
Such instances are evil
Ritualist a times sacrifice their unborn children through miscarriage ,

The struggle of getting a perfect companion in my tender life is like playing against Millwall ,
It has always hit a stubborn wall,
Results are always futile,no marriage ,
From time to time there has been a miscarriage,

I am now on a personal recess and relegation,
As I watch the movie of a successful delegation,
Want to know where I went wrong, through revelation,
Though certain it will take long, another miscarriage.