The Playboy Poem by C. P. Sharma
The Playboy
In a myriad forms I bloom,
Every day in new costume;
Passions everyday consume,
I know not how them I tune.
On musical notes I large loom,
I am ever in love’s red room,
In its company feel no gloom,
With perfect bliss me it grooms.
On sweet scented air I zoom
In its flair myself I plume
I have tried every perfume
My smelling sense is out of tune
Delicious dishes and drinks enjoy
I am now my tongue’s ploy
Sometimes blunt at other coy
Now I am of junk taste playboy
In sensuous waywardness I wander
In sensuality my strength I squander
In this body I fret and fume,
I am crazy of gold dunes.
Detached from these, I observe
The way base passions I serve
'Delicious dishes and drinks enjoy I am now my tongue’s ploy Sometimes blunt at other coy Now I am of junk taste playboy' I love this nice poem with nice idea.
You have a keen satirical wit, C.P. I'm sure this poem will provoke many a wry smile.
In sensuous waywardness I wander In sensuality my strength I squander Rachel Ann Butler
very well penned with nice flow...a lovely piece as always...thanks best regards, jdh
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4/27/2024 8:34:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a hilarious one the myraid forms of the playboy -10 anjali