Me…

I look in the mirror.

I study my face.

I have my mother’s nose.

My mother’s jaw

My father’s ears.

His sister’s lips.

His father’s build.

His aunt’s complexion.

My grandmother’s gait.

My mother’s phobias.

My mother’s feet.

My grandfather’s attitude.

What does all this make me?

A cosmic leftover?

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2 Comments

  1. Kalyan said,

    November 29, 2007 at 12:59 pm

    hey….cool poetry man…& read some of the other stuff as well..

  2. padmajav said,

    November 29, 2007 at 1:25 pm

    Hey, Thanx!


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