Dear Mary,
The most pulchritudinous of lasses;
The thought of you gives me eternal ecstasy.
You're my lifesaver, my heartthrob and oxygen;
Without you I'm breathless, without origin.
Five years we've journeyed through the lillies and valleys of this heart-path;
Stronger and sturdier we've become, now in a wow-path.
......
A woman of virtue
Is no more;
A woman loved by all.
A wife and, doubtless,
A great mother.
Surreptitiously death’s taken
Her away from us.
Your living body I reminisce,
Not your cadaver.
......
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
......
Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
......
Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
......
I am a living dead;
Yes a living dead
For the backbone
Of my family is gone.
My eyes are swollen,
Pregnant with raindrops,
My body, embraced by kwashiorkor.
Of what use is life with these anguishes?
......
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
......
Dear Mary,
The most pulchritudinous of lasses;
The thought of you gives me eternal ecstasy.
You're my lifesaver, my heartthrob and oxygen;
Without you I'm breathless, without origin.
Five years we've journeyed through the lillies and valleys of this heart-path;
Stronger and sturdier we've become, now in a wow-path.
......