Love on train - English Poem - Poolabala

My world is just plain until I met her on the train

I saw her wicked curves they burned my nerves

Her body looked like sugarcane I couldn’t sustain

The sweet pain worked on my brain like cocaine

She boarded the train at Bhopal

I guessed she was going to Nepal

The train reached the station at seven

She got in like manna from heaven

In Jhansi I coolly climbed up the upper berth

And gazed down to find hot hell on earth

The train at soft pace runs towards north

From the blouse her bulged bosom bursts forth

The train reached Agra I felt I swallowed Viagra

Her sexuality augments unknown acrophobia

Her perfect personality garnishes her sexuality

But I am afraid it tarnishes my personality.

Just after an hour the train stopped at Mathura,

I saw her black mascara in the flames of aurora

I cannot anything think or my eyes ever blink

For sure into the whirlpool of her beauty I sink

 Her oblique looks like bullets never misfired

Many a time they have my heart pierced

In her jade eyes there is something weird

I wonder how her feminine energy steered

 My masculine energy to ecstasy

Green, red colors swirl in the sky like rainbow

 The rare spectacle brought us to the window

She spoke soft, tête-à-tête using love lingo

She looked like a siren, my burning desires run

The sluggish train, on the bridge stopped again

 We saw Yamuna river and forgot all the strain

We threw coins sitting side by side on footboard

We are absorbed in the fun but never got bored

Finally we reached Delhi she looked odd and smelly

She ran towards her hubby who stood with a baby

The train journey was a beauty pageant of past

She forgot and showed the talent to be nonchalant

She is nett but I bet she is a coquette

Her sexuality covers up her venality

Oh! My wife in wait too what a tragedy! 

what a banality!! what an ultimate fatality!!!!