Blessing Them; “enjoy” - Poem by Aftab Alam
Once seen; a bushy beard old sexy man,
Who walked round the bushes and tres,
Watching the love making buds,
Blessing them; “enjoy”
I was sitting there watching the man,
With a bit of surprise, Thought—
Is he a fool or a saint wise?
I dared to ask- -
He replied which I hope is right,
“I, at the age of infirm, tasting the bliss,
Seeing through the eyes,
Who will love my toothless kiss?
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