Stale Tale Ale Ruins Life
If something is stale
It's an amount of tale
As bitter as an ale
That ruins the unit of life
As it is becoming restale
Younger age' s agility
When turning to fragility
One is termed as stale
As the stale tale ale
Accumulated, effects on staled
Because one becomes aged
An eye opener closes the openness
Makes the one closed with illness
" I " strengthens with the " I "
Listen to the " I " from within
Obey the other " I " from in
We will be one Isten
With all Wellness
Dr. Virinchi Mudumbai Acharya
Pen name:
Virinchi. Praguna. Hithaoishi
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