a very confusing poem..by a very sleepy maha lol...most probably only a few might understand


That very hand that reached you..
Reached me once and scared me too,
I screamed and shouted but in vain,
That hands hurt me left me in pain..

Don’t be scared I would easily say,
Cause that hands cant hurt you more than me,
Sometimes I fight, sometimes I lay
I sit and wait till his game he play

Don’t be scared my sugar so sweet,
Im here to see how far he’ll retreat
One day that hands shall roam the streets,
Then we’ll smile and throw a treat

My sleepless nights, my eyes so sore
My daily routine out to bore,
My eye ogling, staring at shore
Blink blink it goes, but not much more

Mind stagnant, I smell so bad,
But that hands keeps coming out to grab,
Oh I see you too don’t worry or be sad
But I choose to pretend that hand to brag

This is annoying me, my sleepless nights
I wish I could tuck up and sleep so tight
But that hands is annoying, slapping me on right
Waking me up to put on a fight