The Earthy Habitat 3

i pick up flowers from the pages of the calendar and scatter them on the picture-frame of my dwelling place sometimes the spring comes sometimes the buddhist monastery along the pitch road of the city thousand counts of uproars the mess-building that is situated on the top of the coconut-tree has also joined the march-past and who miss the last train i offer them glasses of tea as an anti-war campaigning the plastic-made afternoons hoist the flag of nail-polish as there is no water-bottle around your neck the assembly of choosing one’s bridegroom oneself has rejected you