Skin Fit

The tree smiles at the
moth eaten grass,

the pot holes of the road
mock at the driver,

the politics mocks at the
brow beaten politicians
nothing fits nothing.
Lover's complain day and night

she is not my type, he is a snob.

Filmstars fit into the designers devices

and not to their characters ,

some fit into jail cells

and make wads of money,

word does not fit ideas

and ideas don’t fit logic.

Does love fit the lovers

no one can ever say

we are made for each other.

It is the skin that fits the flesh

like the blue sky with the empty space.

Sabita Sahu