Grapes In The Brain
Poem By Krunal Pandya
Her skill of potion making was par excellence
Laces of her dress however were quite loose
Cumbersome were her ways of persuasion
And lonesome were the swings of her mood
Dogs envy the craft of her notion less crimes and
Philosophers participate in the debate of her mind
Big Horses are carefully kept, breed before she selects them
With her husky voice mostly mere a noise of its own kind
Joy of kindergarten pick and dropp was
Torture for her strange mind
Her step- dad was a drunkard, notorious,
Loved to break kitchenware of all kind
If brain is her power then why does it not allowing her to sleep?
Does the grapes that she ate as a child went till the brain?
Her knives were all useless and blotted red
Question still remains - where she did she use them?