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Hooked, or Booked?

  • Poetry
  • 1 min read

I think it happened by hook or crook;
When I looked for the right one, in every cranny and nook.
Read self-help guides and many a book;
And for how much ever time it took;
I continued to look.
Chased away evils, and the occasional spook…
And one fine day, my whole world shook.
Because, to end my solitary path,
I had crossed the last brook.

I wrote this poem a week before My wife Minu and I got married in 2010.