Between a Hen and a Pompano, Somewhere In Italic
Dedicated to an old memory of Dr. AQM badruddoza Chowdhury
"Why were you there?" She asked.
"Do you not love your sister?
As she reflects your mother in the mirror...
Does she not?"
"Not exactly!" I assured
Rather, she reminds me that the chicken is still mine
But the spices are not!
A ghostwriter, I, in her chores of chicken dish
Adore my nephew, a grown up Imam now
Did my kissing lips on his chick traced a daytime job?
Arabic kiss is a root word there, a garbage clean up
too much possessive a noun , sometimes breaks you free.
And you will just choose among stair, stare or
anything that needs mending and care,
If not in these mending of linens, that will do also,
cats are helpful too, fishes will also do, as one must cope
As coping and coping in real terms is the only way to go about hope!
As they say, between a hen and a pompano
the lesser that countable feet are, the more healthy the diet will be!
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2022
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