Once in a mirthful September daylight
Fourth day I was baffled by thee, high noon
She's a bubble popped in the midst of night
Beyond the route I saw thee riled untune
You've been a nuisance for many fortnights
I cannot comprehend thy two-faced soul
I wish of a way that sees beyond sight
And many ways to hear a lier's growl
Your heart and mind are as pure as white snake
Whenever I come I despise thy heart
Your leaves are spread out; they cannot be raked
Your aura is blinding; an abstract art
I shall never pass the confusing pain
of a two-faced soul; or white snake to gain.
S