Hardik Vaidya

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

Peeping Tom


It is a fresh day, I deplane my bed of dreams.
Walk to my window sill, to peep out and check what's in.
I see walks of all talks, some slow some fast
Some burning food, some fat, some fuel, some past.
I look straight down I see a woman standing,
I am annoyed as I can't figure out, what Nike's is she wearing.
Her buxom bosom comes in the way, and hides the snikers from my way.
I saw a man walking by, I can see his Nike's by,
There is nothing else for Tom to see, his belly is as good in the morning,
As it can be.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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