poor my nose
always sniffing
a love warm and fleshy
a canopy floating
random on waving sea
never tried any fishing
but poor my nose
throughout the dark to diction
flinging spinning and spanning
love warm fleshy and flattened
like Rome on page of history
Pranab k c
20/09/2018
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