Game In The Night Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Game In The Night
It is the night
That seems so savoury.
Smouldering cigarettes butts
Spewing smokes to the ceiling fan;
To be churned like the life.
The tear drop bulb stares like
The vacant eye of a virgin girl.
Expecting matured love.
It is the night
That snatches away the ennui
Of the gruelling hours of the day.
That from inside its cloak
Takes out stories about girls
With lemon sized breasts playing
Hide and seek under the blanket.
The night sells the stories
To the dream that pulls you
In to the abyss of sleep.
The vacant eye of a virgin girl. Expecting matured love. It is the night Takes out stories about girls With lemon sized playing Hide and seek under the blanket. THIS IS ESSENCE AS THEY SAY LEMON SQUEEZE IN FIRING RANGES IT IS NIMBOO NICHOD'' BR /HINDI LOVELY TA
That snatches away the ennui. Night sleep gives magical effect. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned.10
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4/19/2024 11:39:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
With lemon sized playing Hide and seek under the blanket. The night sells the stories but a very sad VALENTINE NIGHT TONIGHT AKP ji