Nidhi Rawat
A truth
A tale
A wager
Of sales
A pointless search
A regardless wail
Buy my lady finger !
Buy some of my sweets!
Buy some healthy time,
Buy some worthy treats!
Walking down,
This gravel path:
Some lit, mostly Dark;
Have you ever hit your head,
That left a mark.
People may come and descend,
To whatever Karma suits;
This path remains the memoire recruits
Existing souls just pay and pay they hard, O tribute!
Monsters in Shade
Or a little kitten, O Jade!
Whatever you seek
Is a matter of insignificance:
Some diddly-shit,
Some Googly eyes,
Shops that were passing by,
Some hobnobbing strangers you IDENTIFY Those
path had seen and will see;
Too many of infancy:
Emotional misfits,
Regional mistreats,
Professional hits,
Lost and found wits,
Still these streets remained for every skits.
She came out as though, it’s hers
He came out as though, it’s his
My queen! , my heart!
Isn’t this for every Pride?!
Not to make a nonsense, so that you could sleep at night;
Oh my! who could handle a shunted fight.
Providence of many mark Left,
Many Spots revisited;
Many play a role of habitats;
Many left as glamorous exalted;
That not even curfew could keep vaulted.
Seen too many,
Done too much,
Missed too often,
This cult of love.
Dear miss. Nature, you proceed to give
Lesson taken, to the brilliant verse
That you possess human survival or worse
We can acquire Granites and bronze
Deal with all Stick and stones
Our journey relents, we walk! We walk!; and go on and on