My little pal on the internet


The last time I saw her on the net

She was still growing milk teeth

Strands from her tufted hair

Danced on her pretty forehead

She wore her unspoilt innocence

On the lambent parting of her hair.



She now talks of man-woman stuff

In the morning she sits on my I.C.Q. panel

Like the little blue-green bird of summer

Who sat on my parapet wall of balcony

Heaving her meager body as she sang.



She complains of a frayed uncle of  forty years

Wanting yellowed sleaze on the sly.

What should she do ,with a lustful man,

Who wolf-whistles in the silences of the net?

All she needs is a little gurgling brother

A bundle of shrieking flesh in mother's lap

Or a freckled school-boy brother in shorts

Not a leathery-skinned lecher of an I.C.Q pal.



Take my son,I tell her,hold his hands

Walk into the freedom of the mountains

These little blackberries taste so sweet

Although they bleed and redden your palms

And their bushes have piercing thorns.


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nisheedhi
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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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