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Jairam Chawhan

Buttttttt………

Trivial is the shape and size of your butt
As I’d rather explore the depths of your heart
I’m not here to roll on your thighs
I just wanna get lost deep in your eyes.

I don’t mind the appearance of your nose
Just exhale the air and let me follow where it goes
You have not merely touched my subconscious desires,
You are the only one my soul wants to get hitched by

Hold me firm; tie me up as tight as your hairs
Connect me to your thoughts within each hour
Be my words in every line of my poems
And let the world feel the everlasting lyrics

fter stressful work for the full hour, just wanted to relax
Aand have a good time and always visit to one lounge
which plays live jazz music here in Bahrain, it was wonderful
music playing on and I was having a chilled beer, after an hour
I started getting busy, ambiance so wonderful that people
were enjoying and having fun. It was a coincidence my eyes
got with the wonderful dance moves and as the bar was busy
it was very difficult to see the person but didn’t wanted to
leave my seat also. So the first thing not only me but all were
noticing was the classic movement of her butt, of a lower back
while dancing it was so mesmerizing, honestly it was not her
butt but the skill was making me more curios to know this
person. I am little shy but I gathered some strength and asked
waitress to ask the lady if I can offer her drink and luckily she
said yes so I pulled out a tissue paper from the table and wrote
a note for her saying “ hey beautiful stranger would you like
to be my next poem? Trust me I would give it a full justice”.
As the waitress approached her and gave her the note and
drink the waitress pointed towards me, it was good to see her
reading the note,

She saw me but I was hiding my face so later after sometime
she was dancing again it was heaven and I could see her see
her grace in full she was so beautiful. Later I asked waitress to
ask one more drink she said yes again and later while going
she personally came to say thanks but I couldn’t utter a word I
was damn scarred, I don’t do this and mostly I go alone enjoy
my drink and own company. So later in the night this poem
was written in the memory of her, but I don’t know her name
neither I remember her face, conclusion if you liked a girl in
pub never get drunk so at least you can remember her face. I
don’t know but I have a strong feeling she will remember that
moment, so I wish to have help from musicians and singers to
convert this into a good party song in memory of her.

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