The air brake of
Evincing health, desist
It meditate into the pore
Which is interstice
And in Extreme
Misery I lie.
The alarm of boreness
Rang in me,
And interrupt the prudent
Being in my part
And in extreme
Misery I lie.
The body remain fulty
Through the vile fortification
Of the ailment
It persist me in the dusk
With Calvary
In extreme misery
I lie.
My eye become
Unperceptive
My head walk in the
Four cadinal
And my nose becomeoverwhelm
In extreme misery
I lie.
With God bliss and contention
I gound
In extreme misery
I lie.
To found myself
Awake in the morning
Healthy and stronger
Then it showed to me
That the misery is
Nothing but ailment
Which only need rest
And in extreme healthiness
I lie.
An insightful train of thought, well articulated and nicely depicted in beautiful poetic diction with conviction. Lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Shuaib. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.
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WAO, THE POEM IS SUPERB, MORE AFFECTIONATE, TECHNICAL IN NATURE, VERY EASY DICTION WITH A GOOD INTUTION.