Not A Limerick

You judge me,

Thinking I’m naive,

Oh boy,

You don’t know me yet,

You’re not that brave.

You know I rhyme,

Put it all out in words,

Weak you said I am,

Oh boy,

Not even a dime.

How I wish you could listen,

Only if I could say,

Hoping the time would go slow,

In the dreamy Bombay.