Behind The Tree
Who Am I ?
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
It was when Raju need not be called but was called, has to be cheerful,
So Raju smiled till the lips tore off.
Till eyeballs fell down.
Till ears wrinkled.
Till teeth fell off.
Till Raju was Red.
Then Red walked across the street and drove away.
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