Poems and Poetry

Three Poems by P.K. Deb

Seventeen blank shots
five each for birth and death,
wedding gets seven.


Wrestling or scuffling
quite intimate dual,
an earthly comfort.


An accomplishment
grows ten hands in a body
pays to two only.

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