Lens Mania

All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com Managing Editor: fnbworld.com   A t once I am your grizzly bear though not entirely bare I shall soon be there at your stair to get  hair repair In front and rear, she is always near Somewhere if not everywhere I can hope to get trimmed my hair I begin to stare here and there in my lair Where is my cute mayoress so so fair  always willing to trim my hair?  Best at care she gave me the glare with caress and en clair, i s she nowhere? A n honest prayer for my hair There and here she is my compeer far and near and she alone can draw the waves of my hair threadbare She will trim my hair into a fine layer Pears  on a nearer tree  and free Me and she make a worthy hairy pair! C ome  now weave my hair with a bouncy, snappy flair Just she to trim my once lofty now crumpled, worn out hair.

All poems copyright: ravivchhabra.com  Managing Editor:  www.fnbworld.com H e lies under the shadow of the  reading spotlight  hearing  the glisten in the  eeriness of his soul Don't  mock the broken  man He smells of going  fishing with friends and his fine lass walking  back on the pale grass  The  memories keep playing truant not the  dreams he sees of them then and now... Don't mock the broken man He gets visions of her bosom and his hands never wanting to let go as she first helped him slide them inside her black denim shirt  Romancing to make him feel her under the skirt skin Don’t mock the broken man Rich forever he shall be. Memories for breakfast and same for  dessert. They in unison stroked and smoked weed and satisfied their greed Best  indeed Don't mock the broken man Has dawn knocked?   He hears the crows and parrots...