Park Bench-2
Park bench
Memories haven’t blurred
Of how we were once love birds
And sat here together
In good and foul weather.
And of how the ones more bold
In ultimate pleasure rolled
In this coarse garden bench
With some cheap paid-for wench.
And of how after they left
Someone slept after a theft
Or a beggar for a night
Lay here and forgot his plight.
21 Mar 13.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2013
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