Trinkets

by Satish Verma   Feb 8, 2021


A spotless white moon
was hiding the?
ink spilled on the apron.

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The pretty nouns
scramble for hope?
if there was any.

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You could not undo?
what a rose?
did, in broad daylight.

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A town lives
under a tree, in shade.
The ants come and go.

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