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Death - an Untold Truth Part 1

The only thing more achy
Is Death; it makes blurry
Our visions when in bevy
Of one’s funeral – body
Transformed sugar briny.
It makes a Hindu use billy;
Christians use box browny;
Uses soil a Pathan brawny;
Whoever may see be balky;
And wish to see any alley
To escape You O, Bonnie.
Then give apple or berry,
Or grapes or mango bossy.
Nothing tastes sweater, Honey
When Death tastes on you bonnie.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/12/2018 9:27:00 AM
A great first offering to the soup. A belated welcome.
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Sanket Jain
Date: 10/7/2019 8:33:00 PM
Thanks for your appreciation. These words gave me new zest for writing. Thanks again.
Date: 3/24/2017 3:04:00 PM
Wonderful monorhyme! So much depth in your first poem here. Welcome to PoetrySoup
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Sanket Jain
Date: 10/11/2017 2:44:00 PM
Wow! Obliged. Your inspiration gives great enthusiasm for Pari Style.