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My Wet Legs

My Wet Legs

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Water glistened with patches of oil,

Over rainbow glittered,

Wet legs unaware of the wounds,

Happening by only Get wet, that’s it !


Variety of forms and colours,

Blind wet legs poured into mixed tastes of water,

Beer cans, wine bottles,

Some smelly yak…..oh!


Day was Ok! as I stuck,

My injured boat and legs too,

At night water refrigerated,

As much lost all senses.


There were stain, a smell leaps again,

Only so pungent, disgusting,

Seemed colour of air,

Dark juices and rotten vegetables,

Milk curdled into a greenish jelly,

Wet legs becoming slippery,

Smelly water, angel like becoming demon,

Time to develop, to ferment,

To grow bitter and angry,

Made my head reel,

Stomach starts to churn,

As my wet legs wobble,

It seems, I am lost beneath the earth,

Deep buried, rotten.


Luckily, sea quickly filled the hurried hole,

The thing has drunk up,

Wet legs now start to evaporate,

All trash seen clearly,

Left smelling over and over for a long time,

Wind comes from the direction,

Lifeboat of my imagination has lost,

Putting all weight on my legs,

Trying to search silvery drop of water,

Pure water holy,

In the sea of trash, dirt.


What's my name?

Have some food, have some water,

Serious problem, please advice,

Family in time quarter,

I overcome, everything I suffered from,

Launched all trash, cans, all bottles,

A rough bed over sea,

My wet legs now understood by swelled up!

Something went wrong,

I may not even sing any sweet melodies,

Something smelled like cumin,

Sun take care of all smells,

My boat “sailed like columbus”,

Nowhere I found something belongs to me,

I whispered in my soul,

It’s like eyes fell upon me all,

My wet legs disappeared somewhere.


Whatever religion I belong, can't even share,

My senses forced me,

Call the divine God !

May soon the darkness melt away,

From the sky, from the earth, from the sea,

I got my legs back in the silvery angelic,

Drops of ocean, I asked again questioned,

Like several drowned wet legs! demonic.


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