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Luck as per the old man, the hibiscus and the lion
By Smitha Vishwanath
To be lucky,
said the old man,
is when you can sail smoothly
both, in calm and choppy waters
and the wind glides you to the pier .
To be lucky,
said the Hibiscus
is to be able to live for more than one day.
To bathe in soft moonlight under the stars,
welcome a sunrise and be offered in prayer*.
To be lucky
said the lion
is to not have to chase my meal
But have my prey walk the ramp for me
And I get to take my pick.
Smitha Vishwanath is a poet, author, and artist, currently living in Bangladesh. Her poetry has been published by several online publications, including Thieving Magpies, Spillwords Press, MasticadoresUS, Silverbirch Press, and Rebelle Society and has found a place in several noteworthy anthologies.
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