The evening party
The evening party
The day of party is quite delicious
In a way munching and swallowing
Ladies with embellished apparels roaming
Making the polished laurels highly jealous
We reached the place thriving and throbing
Inside the tummy feels sounding
The head found dizzy and revolving
At last we have reached the peak of savouring
The smell of delicacies reached our nostrils
I am in a delleima of choosing plans or animals
The house of fever controlled food and uncontrolled restrictions
Uncontrolled emotions and uncontrolled emotions
Small girl,cute and mute crying
The eyes vast with tears flooding
Her spirit was enjoyed with sobbing
Someone's called her ugly, so she was weeping
I called the girl, wiped her tears and hugged her tight
Buddha said, You are not, what others think you are..
It's only him,
It's only her
It's only a word
It's only a world
Mind this till your life ends
Lest,you will be the target
A girl's mind full of dreams, flowering
Many evil minds fond of torturing
Beware,beware you will be paying
In future for the 'curse' rendered!
Litty Lokanath
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