Shopping Spree

When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when I travel abroad..(which I always do with my family) I am excited about only one thing…SHOPPING…

a hundred colored choices

filling my sight in a glimpse;

so delicate, so soft, so elegant

touching you is what I want;

intricately and perfectly laid

choosing is difficult indeed.

I could pick one anyway

knowing you makes me wanna stay;

so close, so smooth, so sweet

touching makes me fall off my feet;

sophisticated and enchanted you are made

making up my mind as I persuade.

should it be the one I adore?

or just bear what my desire could be.

somehow, someway I need to pick

my heart bleeds feeling like I prick;

my mind is truly torn

deciding makes me forlorn.

I can’t make up and decide

seeing furious faces as they hide;

annoyed by million years undecided

messing up everything offered;

by angry ladies as they plea

from fickle-minded shoppers like me.

p.s.

I admit the general rule that every poet is a fool, but I guess every fool is not a poet….you see I would be a fool if I will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with an extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well I guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…