On trying to capture them,
I succeed to put down some
But by daybreak, I find most of them dead
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I stood dazed at a sight so blestThat any poet would treasure with zestBy chance I glanced at the river belowIt moved like an overloaded carriage slowWith floating weeds and dirty rubbishReminding one of an ugly heap of trashI saw partially submerged bottles bobbing on the surfaceGradually filling with dirty water perforceAnd slowly sinking down…
Bearing a crown of thorns
Scarring my face, the spikesPricked deep, lettingA stream of blood downBut,Like a gush of summer rainIt cooled my smouldering spiritsSlumbered my frayed nervesAnd loosened my taut muscles!
With a philosophic bent of mind
Instead of loving his wifeHe pondered over lifeSoon, with another man she was found!
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Here I see a hundred moss grown graves
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