Just now
I saw her breasts
on the silky canvas of blue bra
In the dark street of navel
On the green grass
The ant of desire rode
The footprints of passion towards
The breasts
Slipped in the deep trench.
Sitting on sofa of lips
The butterflies of desire
The waves of blood
Tightly embraced the moon
Yellow sun was drying
The wet clothes
On the tall cocoanut trees.
From the leaves of eyelashes
Descended
A star.
Then it disappeared
In the water of darkness
They were kissing
the hot calves
Lying in the sand
the nude evening
The colorful fish of thighs
Eager to flee.
Here go my dreams!
From ‘Pencil aur doosri nazmein’
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