A rose a day under her pillow
Took her too much time, they turn yellow
Odour faded away, the passion remained though
Kisses were intimate, not for anyone’s show
Veiled emotions and personality, she assumes
Each time he snorts, she sees him change his tune
Driving from the cold December to the tropical June.
Laxmi Sharan Devkota
Has such projects
That every brain has
But none implement.
Laxmi Sharan Devkota
Has his woman
Tattooed leather straps
All over her rear.
Laxmi Sharan Devkota
Has this dog
That learned to squeak
His chords all torn.
Laxmi Sharan Devkota
Has a son
Who has not see him
He never could born.
Laxmi Sharan Devkota
Has two mates
One on right, one on left
His woman’s fate.
Laxmi Sharan Devkota
Has this theory
He is the judge
He is the jury.
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