A tryst with my bed | A short poem

a tryst with my bed | short poem

My tryst with my bed lasts eternally That is time-tested by foes externally. First came the jealous Sun and threw burning rays Yet they couldn’t pierce the morning haze. So the sun conjured others to rise To break this tryst in many ways. The Sun beckoned the marching ants And they decided to take a chance. They…… Continue reading A tryst with my bed | A short poem