At the End
A scythe leaves, a
trail of grains.
There was no exit plan
*
for the grass. The
sparrows, will come
for a reunion.
*
A water pipe leaks.
A crow bends down
to get the answer.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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