Finger prints on a female body
Never
ending man’s stink
Walks
calmly like a peahen
And
speaks like a vicar
Lady
of the evening
A
princess of sinister and hours of darkness
Fleshes
are supple yet
Thousands
of different finger prints
Why
should I take for forensic test?
Am
I a lothario?
Flower’s
dew is not she
Pious
temple’s water is not she
Miracle
nights never clad her
She
moaned and echoes into the alike resonance
Hundreds
of wild lips of men
Often
locks together under the same roof
Temples
can’t envisage her
Not
an iota can observe her
Apologetic
for my mistaken breathe
Am
I Casanova?
Earn
and enjoy pains endlessly
Unlike
Sita and Drorpati
Read
those holy books in front of fools
Remove
out my both eyes
Rub
out all of my written facts
What
to do with my reminiscences
She
would be a slut always in my mind
Am
I a womanizer?
Insipid
life with no vision
And
go on as twisting the fools
Devoid
of a heart of womanhood
Athwart
the cities and villages
Whisper
me not anything as genuineness one
There
is no livelihood with those similes
Capitulate
in light and survive for dark
Christen
arrogantly yourself a floozy
Am
I Don Juan?
A
speedy wind is me
Couldn’t
gust you out
I’m
not a male prostitute.
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