A ‘poem’ in distress
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A poet had a nice poetess
Made to him as the dutiful mistress

Happy were the days they spent in the past without being sought
Honey chewed to the fullest extent in their stead fast thought


Summer noons were their poetic cools
Winter moons expended in poetic strolls
Autumn days were their colourful poetry dolls
Springing evenings were their poetic souls


Thousands of poems scribbled by both for readers’ delight
Nights and mid nights stood for their careers highlight
Volumes rolled out from their hearts for publication to elite
Times thus passed by in virtual and contemporary strait


Darkness now peeped into their happy and prosperous life
Killer disease at present took the reigns from the wife
Health of the poetess now terribly walking on sharp edged knife
Breath and death drew lines in real terms gaming strife

Poet kneeling with prayer beads rolling in hands before the almighty chants
Co poets joining him in singing the devotional fonts

Painless return to normalcy what all we requisite to the beloved poetess
GOD the super doctor will definitely shower lots and lots in kindness.

Subham bhuyat [ good to all ]
With regards
Supani123@yahoo.com