The Wild One Poem by Kamal Prashar

Locked in a box of dark and red

With sheaths of flow, showersand round

Am I the one or just one more?

She dwells inside of that warm surround





Embark inside of that open door

Thoughts of him with warmth profound

With his face a mix of sweet and kind

Come Rains of pearls in weighs of pound





For there no hope, "let's kiss n' part"

There was no fear, no Love was found

If lies an hour of meet of the souls

Shake eyes forever, the feel on the ground"





I pray to Him he finds a Gold

With music of Gates and pleasury sound

Was not in the fates to tight that hold

For him I wish a life unbound