By Neeta Singh
A cherubic girl
With lustrous eyes
Whose gaze at the green meadows
And pouting lips
Attracts the heavenly bodies
As they pulsate together
A spectacular picture of innocence
Captured by the lens of
The absent-- minded Professor
He burns his boots
And the wisdom that
He had purchased at the University;
Their bodies clash
In the armoured night
He is fitful,exhausted
Not a spectacular solar sight;
He gathers his glasses
Giving a furtive look
All passion now spent
Reduced to the role of a crook---
Lolita simply vanishes
A haughty demeanor
But history pages
See her as a killer
A slayer of men
As she pouts and gasps
And gives birth to
Yet another Lolita.
Neeta Singh