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It is difficult to find a truth where The hungry crow makes its nest To meet  its thrust for water and food The food is not prepared for the little bird Whose intention to steal and snatch In the wake of normal livelongs. The crow comes out in the dark All are fallen asleep it knows to stir The cookeries and other utensils Where it puts its dirty things to reform For solely breaking the channels and thwart. In the time when there exists plenty of food The crow never touches fresh foods It lives on the dirty objects as the arctic Animals and birds survive together  To  wholesome upon the beds of icy land.

Limerick Limerick, a city on the planet Earth Filled with tourists, foreigners, priests and nature With beauty of Saint Mary's Cathedral. It is in the country of the red sun appears Its compact old town as growing in  the medieval-era In line with St. Mary’s Cathedral and St. John’s square, As if commensurate with Georgian townhouses. En-route to standing along the River Shannon, Olden in the 13th-century King John’s Castle One of the city’s most recognizable sights and scenes. Humans dwell here with peace and souvenir. Underneath old fashioned stylish customs As if the youth is the slave to fashion. The seeds of onomatopoeia  flourished and Frozen underneath the skates of icy dust. In the river bed-son the spur of life The peasants and the gentle lady Survive for food and drink everlasting On the earth and flavor of new taste And zeal for uprooting and sanctifying the change In the bottom of the roof where the sound Under the suitcase carryi...

Like the setting sun I came across a saint Sitting beneath the tree encountered by the disciples; Bowing down their heads on the grounds Tears are rolling down from their reddened cheeks. He said,' I asked the lord to take me aftermath' In the hereinafter to fight against lies and prejudice. The answer came to my ear whispering You are lazy and deaf that you are not complying. The saint then uttered that there is no way without Meditation and supplication to the alter upon God. A man dies and another one gives birth to; To beautify and enlighten the earth with justice. And to remove the distortions and wreckage The life like the mirror as if a shadow covers it All the time all day and night in the dark dreams. Truth is the source of divined justice as framed By the eternal subdued for beaming rays In the hidden herbs, meadows and the color Inside the river beds where humans cannot dwell. As the cluster declared by the lead which is pure Not adultera...

Growing Up Difficulties She is little but not little In the mind and inner feeling, She has outside vision of truth She never tells lies not in the body; But on the whole shape as if to grow. She is little in size but not true In the food and gossiping she remains immature. Like a flower in May blossomed In the morning and dusk to show. Her mode of attitudes and life She has ugly face like the ghostly Spirit of unusual flame in the dark. In the  day light during cloudy and moisture To have means to stay even place Where humans can never survive. But her love remains unfinished with joyous And in the streams of river on the side-way Underneath the castles dilapidated Eden Not being punctual  on the death traps. Like the Philippic even in the dark Datang To pass along into the silent world.  

The crow finds a nest to spend intoning To lay eggs inside, to switch the hurdles In the wake of perils  from the pecker race And the snakes loitering to the woodland. For living and playing games with the sparrow To be dinned natural like the cloud beams. For lackluster in the deep light of the sun Fallen underneath the shadow the big banyan.  When I trained you in the midst of deep sleep At eight to ride the dreams like golden rays A   bicycle, loping the rays of the sun beside you As you wobbled away from the hedges and bushes On two round wheels as if you prepared to run, In the open field of rounding to sharpen; The teeth of the snakes in surprise when pulled By telling a voice like ahead down the curve The path of the park, in the wake of the beautiful lake I kept waiting for the thud inside the hole of the mouse Of your crash as I pushed the cat to embrace death.