Subhadip Bhattacharya Poems
Red Riding Hood
Little arms and legs,
full of freshness.
I don't see the harm..
let us not talk about rights.
Little red riding hood,
then took old of her grandma's gun,
turned around and fired...
one, two, three.
unable to move,
moves only with his eyes,
I am free, I am fre, I am free.
A castle was where I was put up.
A dragon came and chased my sleep,
down to the very end of time. I had to keep up,
with the very annals of war and keep,
the very much needed fortifications.
War and god and the dragons and time
and prospects of prosper and cherish.
Why is that so, is very hard to tell,