Visual Poetry

Right girl Wrong time White girl Black rhymes I write her She reads mine Light girl Heavy mind Fight her Can’t win Wrong her Can’t right Charm her Won’t be fine Better guy She might find. Short girl Long nights Fought her Lost mine So, rot here And make rhymes On wrong girls And right times Wet days And dry nights Other ways And no highs Just lows When she goes God knows That I write My girl Who ain’t mine

-- Nakul Lakhanpal