Every work a pied piper <br />Harking to secretly flowing streams! <br />to a tomorrow pregnant with promises! <br />Completely untouched <br />by the murk and marsh of realities <br />She who scribes “papa don’t paw” <br />and then a vignette with <br />bellyful of the mélange of naïveté and hope. <br /> <br />While the visa (my) visage <br />and everything else would stand tall; <br />betwixt and between, <br />A promise I hope I’ll keep <br />a coffee at Vijayawada <br />my Indira would stir<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/line-par-yaar-indira/
