I tried pelting a stone at him
It failed to hit him
Or such things any
Despite being aimed well
It fell, wayside, miserably
My irking haste, I was in
I had wrapped it loose
In a paper thin-
A good poem page,
She offered me to read!
Happy days may stay ahead-
Unhurt, un-bruised!
~Kesav Venkat Easwaran~
August-18- 2011
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/philliecasablanca/4429589530/
With your skill you will stay unhurt un-bruised and not unread....regards