Lucky

I heard the other day
Of gold mine workers
With a find for the ages.

They dug from the depths,
A rock so encrusted,
‘Twas simply outrageous.

I wondered why I’d ever consider
Going into a mine

When a sun-kissed beauty
No lifeless rock!
Is in my eyes.

She looks up at me
With orbs of blue sky
And a smile on her lips,

Raising her brow
In a questioning glance,
And my poor heart skips.

I tell her, babe
I feel so lucky
I don’t have to be,

Deep in a mine,
To find a gold nugget,
Smiling at me.

[Read “Fireplace“]

Apratim Mitra

Apratim is a scientist at the National Institutes of Health. He works in the field of genomics and uses statistics and computer programming to study genetic diseases.His favorites hobbies include reading, playing the guitar, and writing. He also has a taste for IPAs but insists that it has nothing to do with his Indian heritage.He lives in Bethesda, Maryland with his partner.

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