…………WOOLEN SENSES…………~by Vinod Kumar Mishra

 

 

…………WOOLEN SENSES…………

God knows you smile,I’ve heaven in gloom,
Untamed passion poised in poses propels,
Prodigal propaganda of distant desire yells,
Hot stuff served in belligerent bed in bloom.
When you go all goes-I chase a wild goose,
In frame I fade so fast,in human hands I lose,
In alien nooks I hang to hook my native seat,
There woolen senses hatch latent olden heat.
A soft ware at random shouts slogans sweet,
And I lean to lashing lull-moaning tacit tweet.