![]() Lady LizardoA Poem by prodicallife![]() Just a random thought to my pages.![]() A lady Who used to get up early Used to prepare the breakfast And dress up fairly
She was a still pond Everything maintained to limits Nothing beyond
It’s been 15 years For when I saw her for the last time It was 21 miles of Omaha At the entrance of hotel prime
One suit King size bed, a bottle of red wine A do not disturb tag And a tie pin with crystal shine
A thrust, to figure out As she was fading out Walking briskly ahead to meet the waiting person An escort speaking softly, “ma’am he is waiting out”
Almost four hours by the clock Called for that plot to end She was nowhere to be seen That got me to suspend
Finally an image Raising through the end of the corridor Dressed up in entirely different outfit Walking dead with the floor
Was she assaulted? Was she molested? Or Was she rapped?
The thoughts In my mind were so loud That she passed me a smile over Their sound
I could not Figure out, why the lady of values was High on heels Low on care She was into a new world Which she never dared
I slopped to her room That was an expensive suit She slept with a different shadow..
“She was no more that lady of values but A rentable LADY LIZARDO” © 2012 prodicallifeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() prodicallifejaipur, rajasthan, IndiaAbouti`m a writer of my own destination, Hi this is Saurabh Bhatia...random thotsss invade my mind all the time....LOVE is what i would like to specify izzz my favourite field.. LETA HU TERA NAAM HR PAL .. more..Writing
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