Trickle down my eyes
And settle comfortably on the edge of my nose,
Before plopping on to the editorial section
Of the Hindu.
It is not day or night,
Dusk or dawn,
Now or then.
Some people are always on the other side of the barbed wire.
Many thoughts drop by as sanity moves
Like a planet around the sun...
A pretty face, those charming eyes
Are they really
All that matter?
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