Form And Merit Poem by Dr.Balnarayana Bandam

The merit to eyes may be a demerit
The lovely face may be petite of perfection
Ugly on the face may be true and honest
Thus never measure with one sense

The bitter guard holds thy name with taste
When cooked deliciously in taste
Cucumber may sour or bitter
Still, tasty while ripened to eat

Charming chandelier may be with
Holding fused bulbs and gone in service glow
A planted twig might be allergic to skin
Untilled may be medicinal at the use

Worthy human in a sense to intend
Maybe worse at the serving spot
Never ever be in a dash to decide
And declare the scrutiny of the single sense