a poem a day by A.J.Rao


April-type of cruelty helps us
Forget May’s worries to come
When all is not happy at root
Not empty of infection,a drill
Temporarily kept in abeyance.

Meantime’s neighbor makes
Holes in ears by earth probes
With such fine earth powder
Making palest ghosts of us all
And we forget our own faces.

Plastering man falls to death
A matter of lying a face down
Negotiating its four-story fall
So deftly that it comes down
In a sharp two second record
Unequalled in hospital annals.
Instantly it forgot plastering.


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