Blast from the Fart

Us shaam woh Valentine's Day manaane chala tha
                                                        ghudsavaar ho kar,
Man mein laddoo phoot rahe the soch kar 
Ki uski premika khud ko sawaar rahi hogi.
Ki use hawaaon ki sasaraahat sunaayi di,
Pata chala woh payt dard ka shikaar ho baitha tha,
Uske shareer se gas ka aandolan faraar ho chuka tha.
Ye dekh kar kaanp utha uska tan-daban,
Usne perfume chidak daala in shareer's ang-ang,

Uski premika ke pahuncha jab woh nikat,
Dar gaya woh yeh soch kar,
"If I fart again, there'll be no ifs and buts,
But only many a kick on the butt."

Smitten by her smothering kisses he was lost,
Till she heard odorous hisses and then 
A blast from the arse.
She struggled with uttering a few syllables
Swooned to faint & fall into his arms.

Thinking she'd accepted him in all his airs,
He exulted with one final resounding fart,
Exclaiming, "Farting ain't nothing less than a glorious art!"