Taj Mahal

  That little boy with an arrow, Sharper than William Tell,   Who takes apples of the ogling eye, Making them simple stooges.   How arrows find their woundless targets, The sharp aim, the impeccable accuracy,   The way, a winged child, makes Adults fall to a monument,   That treasures the present, and even…

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Arrow

You wonder, why an arrow Is cupid’s weapon of choice and William Tell’s Legacy and an artefact or curio. To me though, arrow is the compass head That tells me why my wife’s buttocks Blazes me in lust or why my life Is perennially insured with the riches of her heart And guided by an…

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