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Presaging
The morning on Mars back to the moon,
lunch at high noon, a short nap
Tea on this planet with a celestial map
That will be your schedule soon
This year the vacation’s planned for Andromeda
It’s only a two day drive, after all
You’re not badly off and have a stellar jeep
A recent make, albeit somewhat small
No matter though for your latest family is from Saturn
Where they come quite slim, and tall
Remember to visit the exclusive colony there
of sunbathing sloths
Who own parasite superseers
Shooting light vectors out of eyes
that transfix passing stars
In order gently to wipe their galactic tears
All that is for November
Now it’s only June and months of work
Designing an antimatter belt infinitely self expanding
To girdle an eighth of the universe
The order was terse : The plans must be ready
by September full stop
You know the Chinaman, the inscrutable cop
Deputising, for whom? Whomsoever
Never say sorry, never say no, never ever
It’s late, very late, by candlelight . I yawn .
Must finish this letter and sleep, before it’s dawn
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Debasish Datta
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