Otiose Poem by Vel Vinod

Otiose



Insitu otiose makes my day,

Day spent in placid thoughts,

No tasks to do, nor a word to,

Make bread to dine and drink,

The wine makes my day with,

A festive heart and Lyric mind!

Makes my day celebratory…….

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