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On The Verge.


baby in a bundle.She  had a thought

of  giving away all she has  got

She wanted to share a lot

of what she has  bought

while she  had all these in mind

she  tracked a new find

a bundle under the tree

a cry emanated  in the spree

she lifted the bundle

found a girl in the bundle

half dead and sinking

thought it was God send

as she has found  a child

an angel to look after

happily she lived ever after.

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On The Verge


The ailment is not known

 macabre thoughts come on

 be it so of any power

 one knows not for sure

 sits heavy on the heart

 Could it be for what?

a stress of the mind 

or anything of that kind 

unable to track the cause

 as there are many flaws 

both physical and mental

 one of lack of immunity  in total 

 another of dilemma in full

Why that happens so ?

as of all knowledge 

it is not a verge 

 a definite  wedgewedge 

that would not last long 

 forces an improvisation long 

 would be overcome with gusto

to enable a smooth sail  in the go.