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Ksjpari Aug 2017
A beautiful and sweet girdle
Collecting it is quite doddle
Counting is like a hot fettle
Touching it is a bit brittle.
Let be the Geeta or the Bible,
Let be grapes or pineapple,
Importance of money able
Is not be explainable.
Money can make a castle
Or buy handful cattle
Or can earn a good title
Or can bound to peddle.
All is easily possible
By the mint boodle.
Carry them in a duffle
Or in a golden vessel,
It is going to be a rouble.
So friends value a boodle
And crave for it to chuckle
The taunts of world little.
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.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Before you go to the place burial
Before the world goes unreal
Before God ceases to be ideal
Before man becomes asocial
Before Money becomes viral
Stop Money from become visual.
When you give any approval
To let cruel Money be initial
Pave path pathetically deferral.
We know Money is very vital
Many for it with brothers quarrel.
Stop Money from become visual.
Human never before money trivial,
Money – a means to be happy total
Is a wrong belief as it is only defrayal.
Let be a man, lion, fox or camel
Be it gold, silver, iron or metal
Stop Money from become visual.
Why to treat Money so special
When human nature is acquittal?
Many times it needs one’s approval
To change man who is immoral:
God is watching You! Ye Mammal.
Stop Money from become visual.
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.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Among all crimes you adore
Anger is of the first cocksure!
It is so vice that it does shower
On the weaker whom they abhor.
When one encompasses, one bore
A deep profound peril in his adore.
I do, but hate me why not I deplore
Anger – my timidity – shown ashore.
The best place for it be boudoir
Where no one feels no gore.
Anger, for me, just like a claymore
Which hurts none but us before
We realize or understand or lore.
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.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
So precious, so dear, so exquisite grin
All of us could have is Sanmati jinn.
Notable for her academic success in
Many spheres of schooling life she win
Almighty’s blessings – parents too – akin.
Talking debauched of her is for me like sin.
Toughly soft, visionary blind, free chagrin –
Is she though a fortune maker for father in
Job and all prosperity of life as kingpin.
All I need is she be best in discipline,
In chastisement, regulation and tailspin.
Notable for us is Sanmati – a stickpin.
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.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Divine Child School – an eyesore
In Mehsana for many schools – sopor.
Vital in activities from a long yore
In the field of academics – never at war
Nor in politics or in legislation or in moor.
Earlier to handle any issue or four;
Challenging all as holistic developer
Hoping best with Sanket and other
In bringing up the best out of poor.
Leading path of values in senator
During the school and is savior.
Such legacy produced stars in galore
Coving the cosmos, can you ignore?
Honest, candid and authentic stentor
Out in Gujarat or India therefore
Oh! Respect it, admire it, esteem or
Leave it and touch it not anymore.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. 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.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Deshbhushan – my father’s name given on
Entrance of a temple where grandma in yawn
Sitting with twins – my father and uncle yon
Hilltop – crying were both – grandpa gone.
Buying some milk when came on lawn
He saw our saint named Shantisagar icon
Underneath a sacred tree praying at dawn.
She worried at weeping of children and bon.
Hurriedly came grandpa with water from Huron
Aiming to quench thirst of three since eon.
Now Shantisagarji Maharaj did withdrawn –
Jain munies never change in meditation
Any position – but for them came in agitation
Informing grandma the names in clarion,
None than Deshanbhushan and Kulbhushan;
Since then my uncle and father are don.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. 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.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
All are not born with same talent wide
So are looked upon badly, get chide
Without any mistake they stride
Trying to overcome aversion and pride.
Such children are made stand at curbside
And never in limelight nor can they decide
Where to win or verve or vigor or hide.
Such a boy is Neelraj, whom I too cried
Bad words and treatment. Later I sighed
In his support who was naughty and vied
For excellence in his behavior to ride
The position he not aspired for in pride.
Hence again I like to say – Never divide
Children in class and creed; nor deride
Them for what they not had spied.
Neelraj’s naughtiness and mischief can be dried
Into obedience, respect and duty; not to snide.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. 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.
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