A woman poet muses about sun
Dangerously drilling fem holes,
A sun planting his ultra hot rays
In under skins of women in sun.
He sure gets dangerously close
To women poets, their modesty
At stake, impelling them to turn
Highly bound women terrorists.
His flowers bloom on their arms
As loving sun flowers to women.
When sun flowers are saffola oil
They are good for a male heart.