Food not eaten fair is day-long plight,
Not stilled, a snore is plight of whole night,
A prodigal son's spoils
Put you in lasting toils,
Given not in delight never gets given quite.
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Words well said | 39.11.14 |
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A beautiful limerick with warning on food has been captivatingly delineated. Thank you dear sir for sharing this gem.10
Thanks indeed, dear KM. What I like about this thought is: Whatever is given with grudge never gets given at all in true sense.