Was free
So moved around a bit
To clear my mind
Which had taken loads
Just
Saw a beautiful bunglaw
Seemed to belong to artistro
So, went nearby
To take a glimpse
Just
Had a Merc
And an Enfield
White and brown
Down the parking
A beautiful garden it bore
With some roses
And an odd gorgeous
Tree
Just
A watchman came by
Old, white haird
Nearly bald
Slight beard
Just
I then,
Was looking savage
Unorganised hair
Topped with shaggy beard
What do ye want
Nothing just looking
What you looking
At the garden
Just
Prohibited
Get out
You atankvaadi
And he went on
So did I along
The footpath
Just
YOU ARE READING
Mehroobi Zaftas
PoetryMehroobi Zaftas, are poems written by me. They just have their own exclusive name. They are lucky you see:)
