Whenever I think of
Sounding Dove,
Mind itself starts
Sketching the Face
Of my
Smiling Love.
I can't forget
Those deceiving Hands,
Like a little Girls'
Sharpened Teeth
‘Hair Bands'.
Pounced many times
And
Clutched my ‘Thee',
‘Pulled from my Heart'
And
Tried to
Make Her free.
But couldn't-----
The joint seemed Powerful,
Resting in the harmless hands
Of lover's Pool.
But
‘Me' astonished
At the last attack,
With deadly crack,
Backed by the
Treacherous eyes,
Which made my Thee,
To deceive the lovely ties,
Enemy took the specific sighs.
Oh God!
Can I know?
To whom ‘Me' to rely
And
The fate of my Cries?
