::- a skin story -::
It's a story am telling you,
With no philosophy to explain,
Of man, women and the skin
That makes us human.
It was a crowded place.
She was bent,
Engrossed,
As she typed in her cell phone
At her place.
I stood opposite to her
Stooping downwards.
It was then
I got a glipse at her clivage;
Her clivage
Separating two mountains.
I looked away.
There were ones looking towards me too;
'Am a gentleman afterall.'
I said.
She was still seating there,
And neverthless to explain
I took dozen glances at her clivage
Before she sat straight.
By: Vinod
Regards: Vinod Jadhav
"www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com"
With no philosophy to explain,
Of man, women and the skin
That makes us human.
It was a crowded place.
She was bent,
Engrossed,
As she typed in her cell phone
At her place.
I stood opposite to her
Stooping downwards.
It was then
I got a glipse at her clivage;
Her clivage
Separating two mountains.
I looked away.
There were ones looking towards me too;
'Am a gentleman afterall.'
I said.
She was still seating there,
And neverthless to explain
I took dozen glances at her clivage
Before she sat straight.
By: Vinod
Regards: Vinod Jadhav
"www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com"
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