In a dark room, <br />Through heavy tapestry sunlight bloom. <br /> <br />Daughter, wife and husband, <br />Lonesome, baffled and stressed, <br />Laying on the hard pressed bed, <br />Staring at the running stars, with eyes red. <br /> <br />A pair of doves in the room, <br />Making love, unaware of the world’s doom, <br /> <br />Silently, stealthily, <br />Stole from their beds, sheepishly, <br />With heavy steps, moved to a mysterious lane, <br />Where men and women come and go, to tame. <br /> <br />Page 3 sportive people inhabit here, <br />Leave their doors ajar, there. <br />Eking out for social liberation, <br />Exposing them, for worlds’ hibernation. <br /> <br />Rubbing cheek to cheek and breast to breast, <br />Like two pigeons in one nest, <br />Crushing golden head by golden head, <br />Tasted the juice of forbidden fruit, red, <br /> <br />A storm, all calm and passion spent. <br />All returned with aching dent, <br />Pair of doves still making love, without vent, <br />Family was a multicultural liberated jaunt. <br /> <br /> <br />From: <br />DR. Yogesh SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/multicultural-liberated-family/
