Saturday, 9 July 2011

Friend on fry

Taking bat with a breath.
My friend,
Bowling ball with a howl.
Making our bikes dipped in dust and rained in wind.
Making the street dogs run in fear and in on foot bare.
Sunlight creeping from east with anger to hot at up.
Sand in ground exited
with hunger and rose and rubbed with lust on face.
As fast as fast...

Went to his home,both of us.
His father frying fish with hot burn ,
Not to cook well the flesh
But also our useless unbaked brains.
He gave 2 fishes in plate full to eat and to advise.
On getting out of home I said to him
"both fried well.isn't?"