Honey bun,
Cold blooded sweetheart,
The time I spent admiring you
Was a casualty unproductive.
I could better have gone
Harvesting rain water
Or worse, tobacco;
Yet, I burnt out many an hour
Conceiving you
And contemplating happiness:
What an abhorrent waste!
Now to me you are but some
Rainless bankruptcy
Let your glamour go to the geese-
A flower is sweetly deodorant
And softly warming if it rains
Although short-lived
Like you.
Raveendran N.V.
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