From the city towers I tried to peep out,
the city that beheld exponential silence
through the murky darkness of the night
the street lamps shed tears of light upon their heads
as they struggled to stay at bar with with
the oncoming terrible night.
I was not satisfied to look from a distance
Maybe if I kill the distance with my steps
My view may be magnified a thousand times
My in voice invoked me caressingly and
Like a determined lioness sauntered downtown
Where the loniliness and secrecy of darkness
Welcomed me uncomfortably with perfume.
I crossed from one street to another
Watching in amazement the wicked souls
Always smiling at my leather jacket
My golden watch and all the merchandise I wore
Though I was there I failed to understand
Why they showed beauty to darkness
Instead of men in pure daylight
But rather comprehensively I understood the misfit
Broken and crumbled at the look and thought
Of enduring the chilly night in a mini-skirt and a bra.
I took my hand to touch
The smooth thighs
My lips moved and rubbed her face
But before all could happen
My trouser betrayed me as it came up
I froze in the desolation of my soul
The second thought crushed in, in breaking breath
Inside me my sixth sense purchased new horse power
‘That is the woman your grandma warned you about
Don’t eat the forbidden fruit!’
I slowly retreated while eking my brains
Why the forbidden fruit if others munch it?
But I learnt to respect the wise
And there lay the big snake
Ready to bite.
Oh my! The Forbidden Fruit
That tastes so sweet.
That was close!