Sonnet-9 (If I…)

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sʇǝuuos ʎɯ

Black cloud amassed in the sky,

My situations have become so bad,

I need to cover my face with shy,

Can’t raise my head, I’m very sad.

Now I’m ransacking the only way,

To save me from the ocean of depression,

My heat is shivering with silent pray,

And it is burning in the fire of repercussion.



When I saw it, I didn’t get any relief,

Ah! Pity on me! What I have done!

Now I’m wrapped by painful grief,

Don’t want all my hopes to be gone.

Few drops of tears came out of my eye,

If I would not born, if I would die……

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1st June 2008 (Rhyme Shceme-‘ababcdcd efefgg’)

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