MUTE, NOT NUDE

You saw her boobs, So you asked, why are you nude?

Her solemn look got you into moods,

Makes you start being rude.

Dude, her lips were removed,

Just to fit into your rule.

You made her chewed her words, and forced a mute.

Silence is killing her soul, So Please, dear her deepest solicitude.

Now she has mastered; – The art of your loving solitude.

TELL ME YOUR LITTLE THINGS