Introducing..

A fleeting thought,
A simple advice.
The naked truth,
The world from my eyes.

Sports- I know nothing of,
Gizmos – I don’t care.
Animals – I stay away from,
Politics - I wouldn’t dare.

I am no writer,
No poet I call myself
But what I write, I believe,
I wear my heart upon my sleeve

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मीनाक्षी said…
Hey anu... after reading your latest post on "3 mins" wanted to explore more.
I love the introduction with free style poem. Your foodie blog is also great.

June 14, 2017 at 2:29 AM
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