'mean' peera
tangy musings of a lazy malayali hypocrite
Friday, February 10, 2012
Shell
One day,
You wake up to realise,
The shiny white you have been seeing,
Was not the soaring sky
But the inside
Of a moss covered mussel shell
Whose oily black outside
Infested
With greenish filth
Is all the world is getting to see.
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