Without
seeing
the girls
from abroad,
I cannot,
cannot write
my love poems
without
viewing them,
foreigner girls
alighting from
airbuses,
Landing,
getting down
and I
whistling
out of love
after seeing
the deshi not,
videshi blondes,
belles and beauties
ravishingly beautiful,
failing
heroines and models
and fashion designers
the girls from abroad,
the girls from far.
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