Poetry from Vijay Nair

Love a conundrum


She is my Conundrum

Of the existence of love;

Spurious in nature; a spunky

Squalid she; longs no love

Squaddie me a spurned lover


Cooked up with old coon; her

Copper-bottomed scheme

Copulation a game for fame

Bestows her as best-seller

Her bestiality get in woe betide


Copiously bleeding my soul

When defeated not in war,

Young indeed my Love a debt

Old weapon his strong; a wealth

Kills me off slowly slowly…


©-Vijay P Nair -2017