A Merry Pain

O dear, you such a merry pain
You are a pal to not one soul
You are not seen at all so vain
O dear, you such a merry pain
Though you will give a lot to gain
And you take so much of my toll
O dear, you such a merry pain
You are a pal to not one soul

I loved a rose, full of its thorn
I meant to kiss, it did a harm
Is it for that, has it been born
I loved a rose, full of its thorn
I was then, a figure so worn
It gave me yet, a kiss so warm
I loved a rose, full of its thorn
I meant to kiss, it did a harm

I went on hike , to sit on peak
I got my sky, but feet were sore
a path so tough, it made me weak
I went on hike, to sit on peak
It gave a bliss, to vent a shriek
It was to me, so much the more
I went on hike, to sit on peak
I got my sky, but feet were sore

I tread a road, to gain more wealth
I got the crown , hands to defile
I lost my sleep, on bed of death
I tread a road, to gain more wealth
It gave me false sign of strength
It was glory,though short in smile
I tread a road, to gain more wealth
I got the crown, hands to defile

I dreamt so long, to be a mom
I bore my baby, I was so tired
Was it my rebirth, not so calm
I dreamt so long, to be a mom
Bundle of joy, I had no qualm
I was on cloud, when it kicked
I dreamt so long, to be a mom
I bore my baby , I was so tired

Venky

©️ April 2023

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It is a triolet ,a poem of eight lines, typically of eight syllables each, rhyming abaaabab and so structured that the first line recurs as the fourth and seventh and the second as the eighth.