Vishal Sharma

Rookie - 175 Points (10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

You are my dark choclate


Packed in the wrapper
you do appear,
with some melted face
with my long gaze
and so tasty to eat
so nasty to heat
and clumsy enough
to look at you
and sticking to my lips
between them you slips
and lost in my mouth
and again feel me thirst
that you are again gone
and i muddling my head
though about your shape
and about your witty nose
and my last given rose
that you are my fairy
and the rumours about
you i hate,
as you are my dark choclate.

Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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