Monday, May 25, 2015

High on Cheese

Unfit pumping machine
Clogged passages
A vicious circle
Loop, repeat
I get high on cheese

Hundred rules
More complications
Heart, mind fights
Pinches at wrong places
I get high on cheese

Know the pitfalls
Nature’s calls
Going large from small
Forgetting the stroll
I get high on cheese

Not a relief or medicine
Neither a solution
Harmful than known
But compulsion driven
I get high on cheese


1 comment:

Vinod Ekbote said...

Sowmyashree, your lines are simple yet they convey a lot of meaning. I like the way your poems end. Good effort. Keep writing.