Shauryan My Dear Nephew Poem by Sanket Jain

Shauryan My Dear Nephew



My dearest sister has a son.
We call him dearie Shauryan.
Healthy, wealthy and pawn
Of parents, demanded scone
For eating in evening or dawn.
Chess playing at state level on
Till nation or inter forgone.
Never is lazy, never is con,
Is the best known icon
Wishing best for solon.

Shauryan My Dear Nephew
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: monorhyme
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Hope readers will like my creative way of writing a poem. I follow Monorhyme. I named it "Pari" - a style of writing Poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another at least in last sound.
This unique style 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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