Tether.. PrasannaKkumar

 

You can't bind me with the tether
of dominance, I'm like a wispy wasp, 
who go out with buzzing, spelling
the charm of mine all around,

weave I, my own net of dreams,
where a beau of the royal lineage,
takes me on a unicorn
to the distant cosmos

no difference of sexes, 
except for the distinction
to the forward genes
by procreation, 

I'm a lady and lass of strong morals
and virtues, I create magic
and the bewitch the black sheep,
Stay out and stay put in your corridors,

For, once
I make my eyes red with burning ire,
wouldn't be strong enough to resist
my rage of cinders, O' Mr Lancashire.

©PrasannaKkumar