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A Hint at What Is Beautiful : 
Lovely is the 'bless your heart' 
Wrapped with appreciation, 
Offered to peace inclined individuals 
Who make a special effort 
To nurture shrapnel singed casualties 
In the midst of napalm sedated air, 
Conveying their humankind, unobtrusively 
Also, unassumingly, in our 
Blood recolored, avarice unhealthy, 
Detest eaten world. 
Lovely is the occasion, 
At the point when the heart apathetic 
To euphoria or distress, just trusts 
Whatever this life brings 
In any case, discovers time to simply be. 
By Yoonoos Peerbocus 
A Crazed Girl : 
THAT crazed young lady ad libbing her music. 
Her verse, moving upon the shore, 
Her spirit in division from itself 
Climbing, falling She knew not where, 
Stowing away in the midst of the load of a steamship, 
Her knee-top broken, that young lady I pronounce 
A delightful grand thing, or a thing 
Nobly lost, chivalrously found. 
Regardless of what debacle happened 
She remained in edgy music wound, 
Wound, injury, and she made in her triumph 
Where the bunches and the bins lay 
No regular comprehensible sound 
Be that as it may, sang, 'O ocean starved, hungry ocean.' 
By William Butler Yeats 
A Baby View of Abortion : 
I came as tomorrow 
Swaddled in guiltlessness 
To your warm womb 
Mother… … 
Without your decision 
Or on the other hand mine 
Bound to up date 
With time 
Our human tree 
Be that as it may, before adoration 
Developed into fragile living creature and words 
What is incomplete creation- 
A precipitation of blood 
Turned into my greatness. 
By Yoonoos Peerbocus 
A Ballad of Heaven : 
He created at one extraordinary work for quite a long time ; 
The world go by with elevated look; 
Some of the time his eyes were dashed with tears ; 
In some cases his lips with giggling shook. 
His significant other and youngster went dressed in clothes, 
Also, in a blustery garret starved ; 
He trod his measure on the banners, 
Also, high on paradise his music cut. 
Contemplative he became yet never dreaded ; 
For dependably on the midnight skies 
His rich symphonic score showed up 
In stars and zones and universes. 
He thought to duplicate down his score ; 
The moonlight was his light; he stated, 
'Listen my adoration,' however on the floor 
His better half and tyke were lying dead. 
John Davidson
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