Rhythmic and Metric

Ragged

On the night of May the seventh,
Stood he shaken, shouting, crying.
Nine guys sang, hit hard eleventh;
Cackled they, but boy, he was sighing!

Those guys ruthless, went hitting hard;
Circling him, hurled they abuses.
He, however, prayed to his God,
Begging Him to heal his bruises.

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Came a moment when mad he grew,
Shouting at the top of his voice.
That time said he something too true:
Day will come when you’ll have no choice.

Fearing for life, the boys ran fast.
God was heard then, ‘Bad times don’t last.’

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Prithviraj Shirole
Prithviraj Shirole
1 month ago

Wonderfully penned the message of faith. Loved the poem.

SIDDHARTH VAMSI
SIDDHARTH VAMSI
1 month ago

Wow 👏

Senyah
Senyah
1 month ago

Nice

Entertainment
Entertainment
1 month ago

Hey! Its a good post .keep it up👍

Godwin Nwaobasi
Godwin Nwaobasi
1 month ago

Awesome

Prithviraj Shirole
Prithviraj Shirole
1 month ago

Wonderfully penned the message of faith. Loved the poem.

Godwin Nwaobasi
Godwin Nwaobasi
1 month ago

Awesome

Senyah
Senyah
1 month ago

Nice

Entertainment
Entertainment
1 month ago

Hey! Its a good post .keep it up👍

SIDDHARTH VAMSI
SIDDHARTH VAMSI
1 month ago

Wow 👏

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