PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
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A Hayabusa And Her Chiseled Rider!
Is it not hard to be wise with the brakes
of a quick and high pick up baby
for a road hog that just crazily loves
to tune up the accelerator of his ladylove
to set the welcoming thoroughfare on warm fire
and crazily loves to gear her up to the top most gear?
Straddling the smugly curvacious comfort
the motorist gets himself more macho and hunk
between her wide hands and his upright torso.
The excited speedometer blinks and blips amazed
at the nippy game between the stirred up air and the duo.
A bold highway ...
i stole the whole sun
to implant in your heart.
all holidays turn busy days;
your slender ﬁgure squeezes e
through a ﬁlled-up pitcher inside.
i hold the splashes in my palm-cup
and drink all the drops to the lees.
the 'wattled-cabin‘ reached the moon;
instead of walking down the bridge