Do You like a potter,
Sit down with clay
And give things shape…
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The bougainvillea branches drooping with flowers,
Red, mustard, ivory and fushia - riot of colours...
While the poplars and the gulmohar stand bare,
What a study in contrast right here
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Standing hunched on the parapet of a high rise,
At dusk, waiting impatiently for the night fall.
So many thoughts raced through the mind
Like a tree top shaking during a storm.
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Tiny little hands clasped my eyes
And a soft voice chirped guess who am I,
Who are you, sound familiar, let me see…
I won’t tell, how could you have forgotten me
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My, you look gorgeous.
Ha, that dress is hideous…
Why, you look so cool
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Well Prof. Higgins, I’ll like to bring you up to date
Mention of a woman need no longer get you into a state.
You’ll be surprised things have changed
Since Pygmalion was first staged.
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