Such a fresh scent, & faces glowed,
As long as you, ain’t on their payroll;
The smiles, servings, the camouflage,
And how dwells everything in mirage.
Lucid thoughts as well as the actions,
Sheath into any skin, for protections!
It ain’t tangled, nor there rabbit hole,
A voyage with an impeccable control.
Bygone saying, don’t touch pocketses,
Not one, but all w/ you in pleasure sings!
Thus, the scent indeed has deep flavour,
Just not ask even at dire times, any favour!
As, with backing, in it, also exists caveats,
So relish this w/ poems, prose in humble hut.😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024