Girl on ganges bankA Poem by amarlakshi consider it to be one of my finest, hope you would think the sameAt hest of the lady’s mirth, Jocund she raised, Waif and derelict of birth, Bitter trails many paved. Every dawn she cheered. Moaned on each night, Common with the tears, Of such a poor plight, Eluding the crank, Went to her kin, A cow on Ganges’s bank, Was all she had win, Extricating the cow, Swirling soft hands at her plea, By the unusual bow, Bathed her thoroughly she. Gloomy then tied her, To a small shaft, Went then to work, Held the oars and the raft, An aged aunt sans time, Her raft was so, Sat in to start a scenic rhyme And praised in to every hoe, Austral she sailed, To the awry ghats, With biers that laid, On flowery rafts, Next crossed her path, To look for fare, Found one, kept his troth, Fixed and gave others a glare. Oaring around the Ganges, With flowers in plenty, And garbage under bridges, Sailed she in fashion; hefty, Hurry to the next one, And for the dirt too, Up and down in her fun, Did business in the summer loo, Thus back came wealthier, To her cow, to the fields, With wit some healthier, And wholesome yields, Showed she her savings, A rupee and a two, By her called parents; Found none but a shoe. In the open lawn, Battered her to ground, the father, With his shoes on, Gave as a butcher rather, Her bones cracked lie’, Her blood gushed out, But came nay a cry! Came nay a shout! --------------Amar laksh © 2012 amarlakshFeatured Review
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StatsAuthoramarlakshAgra, Atheist, IndiaAboutWell i am just a seventeen year old creative kid who likes to read and write more..Writing
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