Nude Of A Helmet Hood Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A man biking in his born-as-nude—
Not a stitch to conceal what he should,
When chased wild by a cop
And cornered, forced to stop,
Are you guys, always so sickly crude?
Not crude, but I'm no prude,
Just as born, isn't it good?
But she won't let go still
For yet another ill—
Where's helmet, O you just-as-born dude?
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Tongue-in-cheek | 17.09.2020 |
Topic: humour