Chetan Tehlan

Rookie (15-08-1995 / new delhi 73)

Grove - Poem by Chetan Tehlan

With the clap of my fist
Someone came
With no sigh of honour
Without any shame

Her face was dirty
Her hands were flirty
Started to pimp some stems
With her moves so jerky

It was raining
At least for her
Lying stripped on the bed
Full of fur
With some dollars and bucks
I made my move
That night was over
But not that grove

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  • Rookie - 175 Points Vizard Dhawan (5/28/2013 7:43:00 AM)

    grea write
    so talented
    congrates (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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