Thursday, April 28, 2011

April Poem Seventeen

A strange kind of proselytizing
Is happening everywhere you look,
You turn around and there someone is
Sincerely recommending a book.

2 comments:

Vishvesh said...

:-)))...btw, noticed this was the only poem with the number written as a word.

Mukta Raut said...

:-))

Day 55 of 108

It was an interesting and educational day. I took an hour out to just lie on the bed, breathe, and notice my nervous system. It was/ is taut...