A Complaint-A poem
Few drops of consolation, shades of care
what was the summary of my prayer
Divine didn't feel me worthy of alms
what he bestowed his rival to calm
wait for ages like sting with knife
as I had swallowed nectar of life
whole my life longed for one wish
for what sin this calamity to swish.
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