Baskadia

...

The tree outside

Wave its leaves,

Dancing to the tune of the breeze.

Just as a lady sways

Her hips

To the rhythm of a music.

And as a man

Taps his legs

To the lyrics boozing from a speaker.

At a corner in my room

Sat I,

Feeling the sensation

As Relieved as a newly born...

With images of life

Running through my head;

The bitterness and sweetness

Therein.