Differences-By Vir Bhadra Pant

I have made friends with good looking men,

I have also made friends with pretty women.

Such a big differences to hear their thoughts.

 

One man talks about nothing but his business,

While his pockets is flooding with euro and dollar,

His Rolex watch hide most of his dull complaints.

 

One woman talks how beautiful is the weather,

Wearing a dress that smells the beauty of spring,

Her nails have the colours of rainbow of gladness.

 

Second man talks over his unseen dream woman,

As if she is born to have him talking about her flesh,

When he is going to gym trying to build a few muscles.

 

Second woman talks round her romantic novel book,

Wishing to have the main character to be her husband,

Where she can be happy to build a family with him alone.

 

Third man talks concerning sports as if he is a champion,

Can't learn anything but hear his endless stories of games,

Sadly he cannot be an athlete, he is mostly drank of drinking.

 

Third woman shows up with a new look that takes you away,

Her pink lips sing to your imagination while she is only talking,

She can be the angel to take your soul to the moon of pleasure.

 

Fourth man talks with his wife with a face full of confusions,

He gets drunk and start acting like a little kid in the kindergarten,

Where his wife start looking for a stranger to cuddle for the night.

 

Fourth woman appears alone with one heart full of confident,

Avoiding everything so she be the sunshine in between the wolfs.

Hid her feelings and emotions until she pulls your tie for a lips kiss.

 

Fifth man describes as if the world has one season of depression,

His face can't say a word within a dropping tears on both cheeks,

While his angel wife tries to come over his nights from the paradise.

 

Fifth woman still staring at the man who cannot afford her feelings,

She loves him and ready to be his loving slave so he asks her a date,

Not knowing that man is already working hard to win her loving heart.