Nora - Poem by Jayeeta Shamsul
Nora stands in the streets,
Nora befriends Patrick,
She tries to defy David,
In red lipstick she is unique,
She cares for her son Nick.
She is from the red light street,
She usually wears ripped jeans,
She waits for her ‘king’
For Nick she buys jelly beans,
She cooks plain beans,
For “love night” he phone rings! !
Nora is compelled to vie Maria,
She loves to share food with Paloma,
Together they discuss erotica,
They want a trip in Valdivia,
They desire to pray in Hajia Sofia.
They are girly girls,
They don’t like to stand against the walls.
Nora adorns herself in red,
She loves to stand in shades,
She seems savory like ‘milk made’
She is just time’s puppet;
She doesn’t love to unzip her jacket,
She wants to imprison the racket!
She is a container of confetti,
She hates to stand against graffiti,
People falsely call her “pretty”
Nora is really needy,
She isn’t a roadside candy,
Still, people see her as a wild berry!
Nora’s long hair is denser,
Her lips are sensuous,
She wears pink n’ purple,
She charms the paupers,
She helps Dora fixing the braid-flowers,
She hates the aroma of fresheners.
All she does for her toddler,
To her, life is a closed condenser,
She loves Julie like own sister,
She waits for lost love Oliver,
She allures people with winged eyeliner.
Nora is destiny’s preserver,
Every night, she kills her customers,
Being a mental slayer! !
Comments about Nora by Jayeeta Shamsul
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.