Penchant for beauty
Praises of Lord
Pouring rains,
Playing a chord
Poem is born
Plot reads
Pretty girls around
Poppies and paddy fields
Plough the field
Plant the seeds
Pure at heart, they
Pray for greens
Panic strikes
Prayers didn't work
Power bomb blast
Parched they lurk
Painful cries
Perverts reign
Pathetic life
People face disdain
Poem dies, poetry unrhythmic
Prey to the merciless and vicious
Pain or passion
Pyre or dias
This post is written as the sixteenth in the series of A-to-Z challenge and a part of #1000speak.
My theme is "Compassion" and today's thought is based on
"PAIN OF A POET"
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