My own body...
Chasing money, chasing dreams,
I climbed so high, life a softy cream.
Learnt through childhood, throughout teen,
I became a scholar, hunger for more still so keen.
Once during seven, one such evening,
Titillating my thigh, moments were recording.
Years passing by, clock continued ticking,
Strangers became friends, losses kept piling.
Brick by brick, I built my home,
Shelter for me, and my living souls.
Before its too late, times shockingly realize,
Everyone you cared, what about the body's sacrifice.
Moments recorded, subsequently played once again,
Small thighs, becoming big legs afterall not in vain.
Its time to love, love this body too of my own,
Time to thank every brunt it bored, so that I am known.
Chasing money, chasing dreams,
I climbed so high, life a softy cream.
Learnt through childhood, throughout teen,
I became a scholar, hunger for more still so keen.
Once during seven, one such evening,
Titillating my thigh, moments were recording.
Years passing by, clock continued ticking,
Strangers became friends, losses kept piling.
Brick by brick, I built my home,
Shelter for me, and my living souls.
Before its too late, times shockingly realize,
Everyone you cared, what about the body's sacrifice.
Moments recorded, subsequently played once again,
Small thighs, becoming big legs afterall not in vain.
Its time to love, love this body too of my own,
Time to thank every brunt it bored, so that I am known.
Prankul
25th September, 2014
