Every work a pied piper
Harking to secretly flowing streams!
to a tomorrow pregnant with promises!
Completely untouched
by the murk and marsh of realities
She who scribes “papa don’t paw”
and then a vignette with
bellyful of the mélange of naïveté and hope.

While the visa (my) visage
and everything else would stand tall;
betwixt and between,
A promise I hope I’ll keep
a coffee at Vijayawada
my Indira would stir

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

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