While you dip your pen
in a bottle of blue ink
and splash the rest
of that ink on friends
and foes;
I chisel and shape
a marvel in amber red
and dip my pen in green
to mould a gift for nature
as a souvenir of a lifetime.
May 12,2009
GAYATRI NAMBIAR
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