(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')
Our strategy of
war
There is a dearth
for salt now
Thence when the
salt was
available
there was no gas
And gas was
available
money was short
Always something
was found lacking.
you laugh
heartily
There and then we
find
nothing is lacking.
It is our strategy
of war
against all
lacking.
Vaiyavan
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