A naked man,
Peeped through his veiled eyes
His sight knocked at an open window;
She was clad in white,
Holding a newborn in her fragile arms.
She hurriedly threw her son,
Like an un-finished cigarette;
As she had captured glimpse of a sign board,
NO SMOKING -
Smoky neonate fell from the 13th floor,
Straight towards the strong arms of nudity,
Shrieking in his feeble voice;
Catch me if u can,
I resemble you,
And I belong to you.
The naked man embraced the infant misery,
With open arms;
Squeezed him tight against his frail chest,
And walked slowly towards the waterfront...
Sep,2003
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