HE LOVED PINK




His job it was; he attended them, every day,
As they'd try the various accessories, and attires,
Sweat would trickle slowly, down his forehead,
Also, nabbed by a feeling of envy; not rare.

When they’d try the colourful lipsticks,
He too would bite his lips and pout,
As they’d rush to trial-room, to try the bustier,
He too would feel the flush of desire.

Was it money or lust, he was after,
Nah, he loved pink,
to be girly himself, was all that mattered.



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6 comments:

  1. Ah, yes the aenima is shown so well in this poem

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  2. Very nice post. Pink is also my fav colour.

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  3. He is motivated by profit motive to run his business Others that he gets to know or to see in the course of running his business are his 'occupational hazards' Some have it some don't! Nicely Nandini!

    Hank

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  4. How easily you described his feeling..good one Nandini!!

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  5. Good for him! Let him enjoy what he loves.

    Happy New Year!

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  6. thanks @everyone :-)

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