My Rhymes
Rhymes let go off my mind’s hand
And glide down my lips
They hop on a string of wind
and migrate to the unknown spheres
My rebellious rhymes don’t want to know
What modesty means
That they shouldn’t laugh very loud in public
Where the tinkle in their voice
Can be frowned upon by cultural ethic
My rhymes can’t see the rolling eyes of good wives
Whispering rumors and calling them sluts
They smile flirtatiously in the presence of guys
glittered their eyes with much satisfies
My rhymes always wear rainbow colors
They sprout and climb faraway fortress
Occasionally become as red as my tongue
They make me wish I could in some way halt
The arrogant rhymes of my poems
Don’t even know how one can be better safe not to be sorry
Hold each other’s hands at dusk
And watch bleeding hearts making love
My rhymes so light, Still wear some down
They redeem my soul and heal my crippled shrine
I am writing them for me! My rhymes don’t seem to mind!
Copyright © Rahy Hy | Year Posted 2015
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