Asking For Too Much Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

When it’s summer I pray for cold
In the winter sulk for warm touch
When I was a kid longed to be old
I’m always asking for too much.

When it’s money want of it more
It’s always for good times I search
I want the rains to stop torrent's pour
I’m always asking for too much.

I want my woman to be a sex queen
Want her always hot on my urge
Her smiles I notice can't read her pain
I’m always asking for too much.

I want smooth sailing life’s steady flow
A decent job and a nest for night’s perch
See on her face shine a happy glow
I’m always asking for too much.

I want all my poems earn your read
Desire it’s them only you search
I do only care for my ego’s need
I’m always asking for too much.