The benevolent sunrays are patrons of
Young girls' hearts,
As its extended arms, hand in hand
With those of the girls- perform fugdi
And I was incognizant of the sinister
Soul that the moon envesseled,
Of which, for which, I wrote many verses
Until I went a distance afar from
My home.
A distance away,
I found young girls skipping rope
And playing hopscotch,
Within their invisible radii.
After a visit to the tailor-
Complaining a little that the
Measurements were inches off
And eating a Samosa on the way back-
I found two things missing and two things new,
The sun and the young girls,
The dark and the moon, respectively.
I'm no marvel when it comes to intelligence,
Though to me it's clear that only the moon is to be blamed
For the disappearance of young girls,
Maybe she's collecting the girls
As jewels ten thousand to sculpt Tilottama's rival
Or maybe she just loves the taste
Of the freedom being concealed within
Their young bones
~Ajay
28/11/2017
