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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Lizard


I want the lizard to go down
Into the whirlwind of the water closet:
It is my enemy number one
Who never leaves me alone
To sit peacefully
When I need it most.
That slimy little creature
Makes my world topsy turvy
At the onset of the day.
I flush with all my might
To send it down,
From where it invariably comes up
Every morning.
I fail to make it disappear forever.
I come out of my known space
And, vow never to go back there.
But every morning it is the same story...
This is a poem by a dear friend Anindita - she doesnt write much but i like whatever she writes 
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