Children

out of black holes, crept nascent stars,

not so far from the planet, Mars;

fragile, their bodies seemed,

gleefully, their mien beamed,

charring away our scarlet scars.

Cheemnonso™

Merry Times. (Limerick)

O solemn silent nights, we crave thee,

graced with spirits; not one, two, but three,

come tuck angst in to sleep,

and make heavy hearts leap,

for your aura brings nothing but glee.

Cheemnonso™

A sturdied look at your bosom,

Right above your abomasum,

I see so much care,

One without compare,

The pure pleasure makes me wholesome.

Cheemnonso ✍️

..Consumed by pride, envy and scorn,

The feeble veil of my heart is torn,

One which no golden needle and silver thread can mend,

One which only the agape love from persons can tend,

Salving all wounds from dusk till dawn.

Cheemnonso ✍️✍️✍️