Sea Shells - Poem by manish choudhury
images of sweaty naked women
on a indian summer evening,
coy smiles, dark inviting looks
meeting her secretly
stealing a few moments
not caring about anything else.
perhaps the sea shells will still be there
when we go back to being children once again,
and you shall smile again
that haunting smile,
and for a moment we'll pretend to be friends.
sometimes i still look at your picture.
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