malini kadir - IMP

In the corner of my heart
An ever so naughty imp sits
Which simply wishes not to part
Perhaps it will; try never to best of wits!

In the garden of friendship
Waits a heart with devilish smile
Where pray is your words whip?
Shall I wait to receive it, after a while?

Or is your sense of humor out patrolling?
Taking Wittie your coat of honor?
Is it to show your emotions are you controlling?
Every minute of the hour?

Whimpering with responsibilities
Whitman would have greatly appreciated
Not hurting my sensibilities
Gentleman of honor you remain devoted! ! !

malini kadir

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