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Salmabanu Hatim Jun 2018
Chocolate chips creamy cheese cake, chum,
Chilled with chunks of chopped cherries in ***.
Try chilly chips with saucy chops,
Or chicken cheeseburgers with spicy chips.
It's chef's chic choice hmmm....
B Zealous Apr 2017
05/11/2016

(1)
'वार्निं' स्म'किं कजेज थ्रट केन्सार
फ' फ' उखुन्दै हगार हगार
सेंग्राफोरनि आब्दा
सिख्लाफोरनि धान्दा
देरलांथारबाय बिसोरनि बेपार।

(2)
सेंग्रा-सिख्ला जमा, वाइनसप बार
सानफ्रोम्बो पार्थि बिसोरनि हार
बांनायनिफ्राय बांदों
रंजादों-मोसादों
इयुन जिवा बिसोरनि देन्जार।

(3)
खैसारि माखासे सुबुंनि
गोदै-गोदै लेक्सार बिसोरनि
थगायनाय-सुसिनाय
गाव-गावनिल' थाखाय
फांथेसैल' गोसोम फैसालि।

(4)
भारत हादोराव राजखान्थिनि
मानलादों बालेर बिबुबादि
लोब-लोब, हानजा-हानजा
गुबुनखौ सोबख'ना
मोनथाया बेनो संबिजिरनि?

(5)
आथिखालाव रांनि थाखायनो
संसारनि सुबुंफ्रा बयबो
थगायदों-सुसिदों
नांलायदों-खमलायदों
अब्ला बोरै गोजोना फैनो!

© B Zealous.

(ना:गो:- बे खन्थाइखौ आं गुबुन मेगाजिनाव हरदोंमोन नाथाय दैखांजादोंना जायाखै मिथिनो मोननाय जायाखै! गिबियाव “बालाबगासे लिमारिक” मुं होनानै पेस्बुकाव ससे हगारदोंमोन नाथाय दायो लिरदेरनानै मुंखौ सोलायनाय जाबाय। बे खन्थाइनि syllables आ 99669 आरो rhyme cheme आ aabba .)
A Bodo  Limerick poem.
Gemini pen Jun 2020
With Rested Gaze...

A Limerick poem (aabba,  9-9-7-7-9)
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Peter stones ***** up his poking ear
To the pitter-patter he could hear
From the faded local beat
To the sandwich he can eat
Boss peter has got nothing to fear

Cat-son and mouse-well were once a friend
In the clubhouse,  they'd drink to no end
Till the cat grew cruel and cold
And mouse stay in his household
Thenceforth,  the crazy hunt never end



©Pen Of A True Gemini™
Gemini pen Jun 2020
Chandeliers Of Crystal Glass

A Limerick poem
(9-9-7-7-9,  AABBA)
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Row fast,  to the faraway island
Full of riches,  there is the king's land
Never fully rest on oars
Or risk fight with the boars
If you want to reach the no man's land

The sky is full of glowing feathers
And the land, with bulgy form  panthers
Even my heart is thorny
Crumpled on countless journey
So cold,  and shiver from the weather

Wind flows into the open tunnel
Hitting the rooftop and says farewell
Chandeliers of crystal glass
Falls down, injuring the mass
Then break plates of uneaten  sorrel

©Pen of A True Gemini™
A stoic writer
Inspired from Jenna Tapia's work

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