Sunday, August 2, 2015

Haunting Skeletons

My Bosoms ain’t voluptuous,
Nor they lactate,
They have drained,
Dried up.

My bosom bleed,
 Now transformed
To a rib cage.



My kin crawls upto them,
(For, he’s optimist)
 In faith of his lucky stars
he sips, he sucks, 
Yearning for a droplet of milk,
All in vain.

No fairies
in this turbulent land,
Carcass remains.

Oh, World!
Do you have a heart,
Compassionate?



  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved) 

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