Shayari Bazar

Spring slattern of seasonsyou have soggy legsand a muddy petticoatdrowsyis your hair youreyes are sticky withdream and you have a sloppy body frombeing brought to bed of crocuseswhen you sing in your whisky voicethe grass rises on the head of the earthand all the trees are put on edgespringof the excellent jostle ofthy hipsand the superio