!n@h DrEaMzzZZzz....

I am seventeen years too late
but I finally got
the most beautiful girl
even she is older than me
to go with her lips
to the sunless place
the art of song
was in my bones
the coffee died for me
this was my life
in the metro mumbai
when you slowly
removed your yellow sweater
and I slobbered over
your boyish haunches
and I tried to be
a good husband
to your dark and motherly
intentions