Naught, to remorse live-long is but a suicide?
'Tis great sign- - it does chant countless name
'Tis great- - divinely great, when culprit puts out blame
Or, in depth belief grows, and bitter souls subside.
To stay ungrateful every breathe is but life dimmed
A life, believed in Him, always a precious gem
Indeed a life is life when thankfulness listens to hem
If little all thou dost care, is life untrimmed.
What if dost thou remain single causes to neighbour?
Even the bees are more upright, ever poisonous although
Always wander, socially, in broken circle though
Famous is famous when fame avoids in bad odour.
Truth always speaks about beauty, beauty truth always
In truth always return our darling Mays.
[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in 2018]
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