Our Papa

Papa used to tell us how
Time runs against time

Our stomach aching with hunger
Could hardly listen to the novelties
While eating hard bread of the doles
We used to stare at him
And papa used to carry on
Memoirs of his dinner with Nehru

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 11, 2004

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