Love Catcher
The young man crawls into the street
From his little bedroom built with dreams
Hurrying up and down the pavements
He eyes thin-lipped loves in cool yellow
He tries to grab one or couples of them
But they are as slippery as fish of ponds
He again spreads snares of ropes and wires
Not one enters the trap made with care
‘I will use the best method”, he whispers
Young man opens his bag and scatters money
Yellow pictures rushes and picks all wealth
Yet his fingers catch none of the lovely loves
Weary and disappointed love catcher weeps
“My money, my energy lost are all of them”
He gets a stick and canes the yellow girls
None he beat with sticks or cut with sword
Love catcher sat down on bridge point crying;
"My soul, my soul, why did you deceive me?"
These yellow girls are nightmare ghosts!
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