Top Gun Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He was soever masculine,
Female heads turned
Passing by, imagining
In his arms, lips on his lips,
He was the selected top gun,
Who laid a thousand female,
Living a life of ever mating,
With his gun work very hard,
His mind boggling
With female shapes and sizes,
Circling his life ever,
He knew little about
Other things like management,
Living his life with leftovers,
Of his rich father,
Who dreamt of his son,
Accumulating more wealth,
Than more use of his son's
Gunwork in the listless bed..