A Day With My Soul - Poem by Bindu Borle
Soigné of thoughts, attentive.
Prepared for any question, ready with every answer.
The grilling session between the two.
Cross questioning among the equals.
A perfect mirror image?
Both offensive as well as defensive.
I fail to understand the implications.
Then the day ends.
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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