Ropes

satishverma

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.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2017 23:09
  • Category: Nature
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