Saturday, September 17, 2011


Seated on a folding chair,
Sipping chai.

The classicist adjusts his crotch,
Takes his chashma off,
and finshes the Sunday crossword.

Its time to do a task,
Something planned.
Something that doesnt deserve a second thought,
let alone meticulous preparation.

So its taken on,
Deft and Rigid as ever,
He finishes it.

Gets back to his chai,
Seated on a folding chair.
Flimsy as ever, the chair screeches as he settles down.

Another sip of the chai,
A new task .

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