being a table
No jaws to bite with
not able to swallow
No banquet to feast on
No hair to comb
no nails to paint
no legs for feet
no feet for shoes
no water to wash with
no water to drink
no eyes to see you
no you to see
no lessons to learn from
no emotions to feel
no oxygen to breathe
no lungs to take a breath
no music for listening
no ears to listen with
...Monday 1st April 2019 3:46 pm
You're Welcome
You're Welcome
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
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