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Monday, November 16, 2015

Morsels of Love

Like the destitute child, hungry
Gazing at the goodies in the glass shelves
Hoping, that if he looks at it long enough
The glasses would melt
And those inside would come marching out
Straight at him –
Or, the shopkeeper, taking pity on him
Or to get rid of the pest –
Or a kind heart would buy one –
Throw it at him, ridding himself of the guilt –
The possibilities are many
For the beggar who cannot choose…

************* Balachandran V, Trivandrum 16.11.2015


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