To kiss
A lion on the mouth
But the lion
Decided
To travel down south.
So I packed
My bags
And got on the train
For the lion
Was by then
Sitting in a plane.
I arrived
At night
In Chennai city
Where the lights
In the rain
Looked very pretty.
I followed
His tracks
And knocked on a door
But the lion
Was tired,
Sleeping on the floor.
When I woke
The lion
I showed him my pout,
But the lion
Ate me up
Was hungry no doubt.
© Seema Sapra 2009
This poem was inspired by a youtube video see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wso13n4kHZ4&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efacebook%2Ecom%2Fhome%2Ephp&feature=player_embedded
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