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