Sex In the Sky
Took a glance above the skinny blank-pane
Gladly could tell when it 'l indeed not rain
The moon humps with the sun, a pain.
Wild wind rants, while the carriers pant
Not minding displays on a rare podcast
And the utterances from a mere forecast
Blessed be the God's eye
Angrier the world looks- aye
The moon has come before îts time
Copyright © Basit Lateef | Year Posted 2016
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