The Unlocking Of The Cap Poem by Subrata Ray

Hi I want a lap to unlock my cap,
And a cozy, breezy body to dip
Atomic reaction of mutual lips,
With talks of stations of no business,
A release from cob-web case.

Rowed street roses are not my concern,
I don't have the insect- death of Dewali's burns.

You may invite me with a paper flower,
Or with repeated dressed lock in your bower,
A pleasure trip by ride or boat,
And make me a doll to fall and float,
But I want a sail beyond Santiago's canoe,
Above three degrees of Cleopatra in my joy,
I want to mitigate the unsaturated,
And my wild invites the fatal -fate.

Remember, no agreement on condition,
As face of quake or volcano In earth's motion,
A cyclone, a frost, or a desert, a sea,
May be with us or may not be.

I want a lap to unlock my cap,
May it be a point on unearthly map.