Hear ye! Hear ye!
The tale of the day,
I talk of the quaint.
The Pied Piper, a swain
From town of Hamelin.
A symbolic Samaritan,
And musical obsidian
To the abyss of oblivion.
The melody,
So mystically engaging,
Lures the plague raging.
Forgotten in the history pages
Invalidated by scientific guages.
Today, I summon thou
To show me how
You elicit us from dawn of despair
As I'm exhausted even in my lair.
There's sun but no sunshine,
Sitting here from five to nine.
I wonder if it's just a glitch;
If yes, where's the refresh switch?
This monotony is strangling me
With quest of a panacea for free.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
The pied piper of Hamelin
Play your pipe to end this gremlin.
~Simran Bawa
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Persona- A Collection Of Poetries
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