Poker face

Poker face
 
Don't poker face me like that, 
When I tell you not to lean on my wall.
My house is spick-and-span.
My room is a delight-
For complimenting  colours.  
Colours that spruce these walls, 
And fine defines these curtain falls_
To hide the stains, 
Of my secrets in every inch. 
So don't poker face me like that,
When I tell you not to lean on my wall.

1 comment:

Rashmi Malapur said...

Wow, the whole poem is a metaphor. Keep writing and sharing. Enjoyed reading it thoroughly.