Ropes

by Satish Verma   Nov 20, 2017


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.

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