Clay

Some fall for ruby red lips

Some for emerald eyes

Some go crazy for golden skin 

Porcelain face some epitomize

Preferences!! To each their own.

Who can tell - how they will get blown

Do you wanna know what makes me sway?

Not much - just plain old clay.

Earthy and pliable when it’s wet

Get’s really messy but I don’t fret 

I choose the cuckoo over the angelic dove 

Together we create our symphony of love.

When time for final parting looms

I don’t build any shrine or tomb

Refusing to mourn the loss of a jewel

Neither blaming nor trying to beguile

I don’t cling, cry or pine

His ‘feet of clay’ I accept, just like mine.

Yeah, I prefer clay, just as I am.

Just as I am.

If you like what I like, then please drop your email id @ happy-hours-shukla.blogspot.com

Copyright: Shukla Banik  dated: 29/5/2016