Life in Verse

Friday, November 19, 2010

Kalwan Mehta

He sits on the edge
Of the table.
With effeminate stance,
But striking voice,
Balancing intonations
And his perch.
Describing at length,
A spontaneous search
Of the perfect word.
Posted by Tsha at 7:10 AM

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