Passerby,please do not pass me by.
I cannot hear your words nor follow.
Your lips dance seriously about him
Who walks drunk most of your time.
Your eyes cannot guide your liptalk.
They are flashing too fast with lips
Fluttering like newly butterfly wings
Just drunk with a marigold’s spring.
You call him drunk ,in lips and eyes
And the way your arms go up in air
Your lips have little say in the dance
Like butterflies on lyric out of sync.
He who is drunk most of your time
Has butterfly wings lying in a gutter.
Passerby please do not pass me by,
Drunk on new freedom from sense.