Otteri Selvakumar

Bone Less

Bone less
Hen...
Making
For fast food
Shop...

Bone's are
Moving for
soup...

Taste with
Masala..

Nise for hen
Curry
Bite the teeth...

Tasted toung
Taste is fine...

The hen was
Hunted
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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