Life Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Life

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Petty trouble
Not scandalous....

‘Papad'-fry in the rainy afternoon.




*Papad......Savoury made of the dough of pigeon-pea
rolled into thin roundish
saucer eaten after frying.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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