As happy as a clam

As happy as a clam

Rarefying parallel, innocuous pendant

Entombing the expected, drilling the destined

So often an eyesore, and ready to rust.

A troubling tenet, an undisguised umber;

A downbeat thin ice, a blue warrior,

A dynamo with a deep wound, an eclectic

With a smiley skull, a cipher who roses at

Resigned places, a peer who sprouts like

A king fish, a little clicker for jamborees.

P S Remesh Chandran Trivandrum

Editor at Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.

6 年

How many things can one be! Wishing Nagma the best.

Esther Sommer

Swift scholar, poet, illustrator, painter

6 年

Merry Christmas to you, dear Nagma, and many thanks for your friendship ??????

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