The same hair you flirt with
Fingers in hair you flirt with flair,
Feel fine in fair romantic air,
Why then this sneer on face
And concealed suppressed stress?
What floats in soup’s her piece of hair.
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Epigram |02.07.2024| humour
Poet’s Note: A man loves flirting with his fingers in wife’s hair. Then when finds a piece of hair in his soup, gets annoyed. Based on a Hazal in Gujarati by Lalit Varma
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