OWN MANA Poem by M.BabuDifferent, but alluring.He
liked his eggs poached,
Cooked for exactly two minutes. His coffee was always dark, Steaming and sugarless. He combed his hair forwards, Tucked his shirt off reflex. The hem of his trousers, Just brushed his shoes. Large circular rimmed spectacles, Obsessively white teeth. Shaved moustache, Millimeter long nails. Plain black socks, Leather shoes to match. Twenty minutes early, Always staring at his watch. English as impeccable As his style. Hearty laughter Unlike his eyes. Perfection a line he trudged, Respect a moral he bestowed. Lonely, he was always described. But it didn’t seem to matter. ~M.Babu~ © 2016 M.BabuAuthor's Note
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