Trifle
Trifle
The clumsy narrative of my mind
Laying eggs on my paper,
Dipping a feather in blue crème
Makes a ruby from the Dead Sea,
To put vanilla flavor
I need to add our slogan beans
Twisting sticks of chocolate
Make an anonymous coating on it
Layers are sparkling with fruits of madness
Bowl of glass pretending a dessert
Garnished with spam of my mind
Giving pistachio taste
Serving the trifle in e-tray
I need to clean my hands
Such a serve less trifle!
_ Masooma Khan
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