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A BIZARRE
THOUGHT
In the summer heat
room filled with sweet sweaty smell of hers
long hair left untied
and brow studded with pearls
as she talks to me
with rapt attention
looking straight into my eyes
firmly seated on the bed
her cheeks redder than usual
the pleasant smile adding to her beauty
I notice something like never before
right below her carved nose
just above her sultry lips
a thin and wet black line
I kept thinking through out the day
long after returning to my bay
had it been a true moustache
( and not just unwanted facial hair)
ahhhh.... a beastly thought for a damsel
but,
life would be so much more fun.
as I would not have fallen in love with her.
~ Alok Alamban~
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