Rain nailed to a cross - By Nikhil Nath

Rain nailed to a cross

I am Sunday and dream
I wonder why Dali stole from Eluard
I hear butterflies in my stomach
I see rain nailed to a cross
I want to run away with revenge
I am Sunday and dream
I pretend to be a Lamborgini
I feel the sun burning my testicles
I touch Dali's pallet
I worry about the honor killing of sand
I cry that the moon never kisses me
I am Sunday and dream
I understand women smell their panties
I say let's not blush over mistakes
I dream about marrying a whore
I try to rid the world of hypocrites
I hope tomorrow will be full of poetry
I am Sunday and dream.

- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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