Those little pumpkins
Smells odd
Feels heavy
And they seems bright
But it fades when it blinks
I never knew
Someone else
Who see similar pumpkins
Until father told me,
Those who look around
Can see beautiful watermelons too
Unless I knew
Those watermelons
Pumpkins were the
Only thing I saw with my eyes.
When tried to smile
It wrinkled down a mile
Finding the footsteps
All the way it peps
Chasing a light year
Far from the dearest dear
Away from reachable
Were silence was responsible
Ended up in calmness
Actually was the illness
The smile was cute
Only in her shyness
The chaos she mute
Only is her highness
Everything she reads
Is what she seeks
More she blinks
Beauty is what she thinks
Early she speak
Slowly they peek
Dare we stand with
Stare as a happened myth
Bill and coo
In an amorous morning
Nestled up against her
Nooky in rumpy pumpy
Slithering a desire
Fondled the dazzling flowers
Nuzzling through the spine,
Down to the root.
Carved paintings over belly
Feeling the shank
By side of his cheek
Moving out
Having the cup of coffee
felt the tyndall of sunlight
Within the blanket.
I know your,
Birth marks,
Scratch marks,
Wound marks.
Yet to know,
What's the feelings,
In your thoughts.
Before someone from deep forest,
Tied a string
Round your neck.
It's new, now you know,
the birth marks
the scratch marks
the wound marks.
Yet to know,
What's the feelings
In your thoughts.
Before the woods are carved from the deep forest,
Tied a rope
Round the coffin.
