Treasure Island

Asit Kumar Sanyal

(04 Jan 1957 / Lalgola, Murshidabad, West Bengal, India.)

It's The Beedi


It's not cigar or cigarette
It's the beedi,
A thin small tobacco product
Of South Asia
When lighted for smoking
She becomes very sexy
And
Sentimental
The man smoking
Needs to be very attentive
He has to kiss her buttock frequently
If not
It hurts her sentiment
She becomes angry …
Refuses to co-operate
And
Often sleeps without notice.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 03, 2014
Edited: Thursday, September 04, 2014

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