Lecher
Lascivious he was,
Crippled with avarice,
He had twinkling stars,
Shining in his eyes,
They called him lecher,
His face used to screw up in bravado,
As he went about his job of hounding “shes”,
This years back when he was young,
I met him after several years,
He was no longer the same,
He still brightened up at “shes” sight,
But was no longer on the same flight,
Now he recognized a fellow human,
And treated all of them like women.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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