He And I Poem by Praveen Gola

He and I,
were gazing a star,
suddenly His imaginations got wings to fly,
like a drunkard got in a beer bar.

He hold me tightly,
and asked me for some fun,
I got nervous slightly,
and started from there to run.

But He chased me long,
and stopped my way somewhere,
I got entangle wrong,
where no other way left to beware.

He and I,
came slowly closer around,
He made me shy,
when I heard only His heart beats with sound.

He and I,
were again starting to gaze a star,
But His imaginations got real wings to fly,
as I lie under His muscular arms jar.