Ropes
You done me
mosaic.
The rover has landed
on Mars.
Will you come
tonight ?
Circa.
I was searching
the white ants
on the blackboard.
They had drawn
a map
of the moon.
I would not
cry,
for the fallen tree.
It had left
the legacy
of ropes.
Satish Verma
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