Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

I will write 5 poems today.
15 in the month of May.
A 100 or more when I turn Gay.
Do you think I am the master and I have a say?
She is the mistress, she hunts for the prey.
Like a tigress in spring pounces on me from the Sundarbans of the bay.
I am mauled and hauled as she gathers my thoughts gone astray.
She devours me alive, My soul skins alive, to the eternals dismay.