Happiness is a mango
wrapped in a newspaper
given to you
on a train station in the ‘burbs
with a sarcastic remark
about the effort it cost
to carry it to you
when what I really mean
is something else
Tags: Love, Poetry
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June 17, 2009 at 4:50 pm |
As always crackling with tension your words are..nice to see u writing again..
June 23, 2009 at 12:39 am |
Sheece once commented on my post saying it was the baap of profoundness, i’d say the same thing about this one 🙂
June 29, 2009 at 8:21 am |
quirky, i like.
August 12, 2009 at 8:04 am |
it’s beautiful!
February 28, 2010 at 3:44 pm |
This (the title) was the name of my “one time” blog 🙂 Good writing.