Poems of Padmanabhan Ananth
|1.||(Still) Lost Flight||3/30/2014|
|8.||Bridge of Life (and Lifeless)||1/2/2014|
He's a busy lawyer, clients queue up
His Merc, chauffeur ever ready to rev up
He hates the no-smoke law
His fetish for tobacco, is it a flaw?
His cigarette is his 'smoking finger'
The one that's between his two
It's life short lived but made for pleasure
Brings back his senses, even in pressure