Pinktober

Mr. Breast Cancer Mr. Breast Cancer is an avid traveller On wings of his own he flies anon A nomad he is, restless in nature Bivouacking in earthly goddesses Lives close to their ruby pink hearts Listening to their musical beats The doctors not know his elusive habits Sometimes visible sometimes invisible They use a bait and fish him out But Mr. Breast Cancer slyly winks Playing hide and seek Befooling the scientists His hunger pangs uncontrollable Scavenging the loveliest No better place for a voyeur Than corroding their breasts Rummaging through their nodes Their bosoms he spoils Their crowns he pilfers Their spirits he empties Leaves them to be epitaphed Guffaws at feminine vulnerability Leering at the next new babe Armouring to fresher newer battlegrounds FIFTH Balveen Cheema September 18, 2015