yes I said Augatar no it’s not a planet
sound close to be a planet along the galaxy
I visualize it, as a crystal gold star at a dark night
That shines more than the sun on its stance.
yes really its not a plant, for it ever did
i guess it would grow far from mankind
so that only me D Giant wuld see, touch
curl, embrace as I embark with it.
Its flowers would serve as facial charmer
Essence for the lonely.
would it be a human i guess swagg wouldnt fit
as i fear wings pasted at the back.
I said Augatar not Guitar though sound related
but far like the different like strings of a guitar
very close to the melody of the saxophone.
giving a small beat of thoughts look quite to be
innocent as if university of beauty was learned,
governed, derived and integrated on you.
Didn’t I say you Augatar sound common with yoghurt
maybe surrounded by sweetness of irresistance;
lines of palatability superior the thoughts of wanting more
as the taste buds call more but too strong to be as honey
honey no more. Like yogheta as gogo getta with the ghetto lime young
boys of the street gather to gutter in one line paralyzed with thrills.
cant be a poem for words cant conquer any basement
sound too westernized than the thinking of America
look hot than the Indian spices, expensive than Dubai's wealth.
too artistic to be designed by man, too adorable to fall in love with.
yes I said just that #poetry defines me#