Sunday Poem By Pradeep Biswal

Sunday Poem By Pradeep Biswal

LOLITA

She’s handsome In her tender age Smarting pink skin A petite face Curly hair Bright blue eyes Leafy eyelashes Voluptuous hips Ripe bust And the spring Dimpled on her cheek She’s like a fluffy flowering bush In the forbidden garden She came silently And conquered In a hilarious moment. The world’s at her feet She’s the princess In exile now Sitting cross legged Pinging pebbles At the shores And singing a sweet song She could hide The troublesome days Under her shoes. She sat beside me On the window sit In the flight And looked bewildered At the mountains of clouds Under the crimson sky She imagined to dive into it To collect the dolls She liked most But she’s the cutest doll Ever I have seen Her luscious fingers Once touched mine The sky dissolved slowly On its own Hardly it matters Who chose whom Surely a lavish afternoon Waiting for us Behind the curtains.