Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
For dear Sun, Moon is the perfect match,
Though they never come out in public hand-in-hand.
Sea shore and waves are perfect match,
Though they keep playing kho kho all the time.
Wind and cloud are perfect match,
Though they always fight, shout and shed tears.
Flowers and bees are perfect match,
Though they never cease to look for paramour.
Meat and masala are perfect match,
Though they compet to attack our taste buds.
Beard and moustache are perfect match,
Though they select different lips to talk to each other.
SHE and myself were perfect match,
Though her premature prejudice prevalent deserted me.
Myself, a boor warb, picked up booze as another perfect match!
A match of no equals though, because,
No killer can match another killer.
*Dedicated to all those
victims of booze.
©® Balachandran Nair, India
