Wednesday, November 09, 2005

51 Syllables

Nine boys and a boy
Drink tea, eat mishti and play.
Lost loves, no! New found.

The romance blossoms
Figures in clay are grey-black
Hippopotamus.

Silent, speechless, am
I. Excommunication!
My cellphone is wet.

1 Comments:

Blogger Sandhya said...

nine boys and a boy!! where did all the girls go? just btw, your whatsthere subheading needs a 'to'- (not to, when i die, discover...)

just had to add my extra bit.
love
ma

6:25 PM  

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