Poetry

1. BANGLE OF LOVE
When I wore a bangle of pointed thorns on my wrists; they got apathetically scarred,
A series of raw bruise developed with the unleashing hour; and ravines of warm
blood trickled down my fingers.
When I put on a bangle of live reptile on my hands; it tickled me voraciously,
The venomous creature hissed enchantingly for a while; eventually striking its
perfidious fangs indiscriminately in my flesh.
When I wore a bangle of dead frog on my wrists; there wafted an unbearable
stench in the atmosphere,
Also the skin in proximity with the contraption developed a plethora of
infection; catering to a host of abominable insects.
When I wore a bangle of sea shell on my wrists; it initially imparted me a
majestic look,
But the exhilaration soon faded; as a fleet of slimy worm came crawling from the
inside recesses.
When I wore a bangle impregnated with ravishing honey on my wrists; it
glimmered tenaciously in the midday Sun,
Although after a few hours I found; the obstreperous humming bees encircling
it perceiving it to be their hive.
When I wore a bangle of insipid grass on my wrists; the frigid blades tickled me
pertinently,
And every now and then; I had to scratch my flesh; executing overwhelming force of
my finger nail.
When I wore a bangle of jingling metal on my wrists; it glittered profoundly under the
creamy moon,
However it provoked me to the threshold of irritation; as it produced cacophonic
noise; every time I moved my hand.
When I wore a bangle of pure gold on my wrists; it incarcerated the attention
of several pedestrians,
The penurious could hardly believe their eyes; immediately chalked astute plans of
actions to steal it.
When I wore a bangle of elephant teeth on my wrists; it highlighted richness blended
with rustic tradition,
Although I felt pervaded with remorse for the colossal beast; nostalgically reminisced
the agony it must have felt while dying.

2. And finally when I wore the bangle of our love on my wrists; all my apprehensions
vanished into minute oblivion,
My hands; my persona; and the coordination of my senses all got astronomically
reinvigorated; and they seemed to be gaining strength as each day unveiled into
perilous night.