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In the least, I do,
In the least, I say.
Only indolence and I,
Night and day.
Big is small,
Around my flesh.
With in my grasp.
Without any dress.
The jangled streets,
Comes once in a while.
To enquire after,
To show new face of a mile.
Eyes remember,
Some long queues.
When feet had
Quotidian tussle with shoes.
Being at home
With breeze of open door.
A cup of tea,
Going all the way to core.
Takes me afar,
A book at hands.
Transcending my flutter,
I savour strange lands.
We both are romantics,
Indolence and I.
World claims all the truth,
We blithely embrace our lie.
Pramod Khilery
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