In the Park (Poem)

A scourge of mosquitoes
formed a clean Bombay circus
above the head.

Lunar legs
teased the dew
of grasses.

The hands, as if they’re cursed
yet tranquil
were telescoping the currents of the earth.

The mind
which was in “Hmm” mood
briskly went to
“Emoji” way.

While the middle-class ants
were too cautious
in treading the pheromones filled paths.

— Drunken Bench.

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