Otteri Selvakumar

Bone Less

Bone less
For fast food

Bone's are
Moving for

Taste with

Nise for hen
Bite the teeth...

Tasted toung
Taste is fine...

The hen was
Dead body
Of hen for
Bone less curry;

Tasted fast
Mani more
Its hen dead body...! !

But -
Bone less curry...? !

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 15, 2005

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