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Poem: No Longer Innocent

This was a little like summer of 69 – when the sex was dirty and the air was clean. Back then, I was young and energetic and didn`t need to eat two capsules of Spirulina (try it!) just to stay awake. Just in case you are wondering, I eat five tablets of Spirulina when I am meeting a girl in the evening.

Anyway, lets stick to important things…I have been a little busy of late and hence couldn`t come up with an article which can be claimed as ‘funny`.

What does a failed writer do in such circumstances? Does he go to great lengths to please his readers? Nope…being a sissy, I also opted for the easy way out.

Like a TV channel running cricket match re-runs during non-cricket days…here come my poems written when I was darker & had pimples on my face & ambition was to drink a whole bottle of beer without adding water and ice.

No Longer Innocent

It was her smile,
and I knew, she was looking at me
I checked myself,
my hair was in place,
the sun shone in my shoes,
I was doing good.

Our eyes met,
She blushed.
Her eyes sparkled,
on seeing me.
Am I lucky or what?

The shy girl looked down,
I followed suit.
Her innocent face…ohh..
Now she was looking at me!!
I took a step forward.

She waved a Hi,
I waved too. Twice.
Somebody behind me moved.
She walked away with him.
She no longer seemed innocent.

by Jamshed ‘Kites` Rajan
(If Keats can exist, so can Kites!)

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