Shorties
S K Iyer
(1)
A liar lies in the lair of
lies
with him the truth lies
that he lies in the lair of
lies,
true?
(2)
The sun rises in the east
and sets in the
west,
linking the east and the west.
Poor south and the north,
they are
poles apart.
(3)
Time hides under the eyelids,
escapes at every
blink,
the way the soul looks the world.
(4)
The eye of the
needle is weaker than my eyes
or is it the thread that lost its
eyesight?
Perhaps my dim eyes just has a case of styes
or may be new
specks will ease this fuzzy blight.