Without Curse

by Satish Verma   Jan 20, 2021

The animals are?
in solid fear,
of man.

Fauna was in distress,
delivering the offspring?
to unnamed creator.

Earthworms were
regrouping to start burrowing
under the mausoleums.

Stoicism would find
a new house. The mutiny had
collapsed in good weather.

Of winter and summer,
You know the discipline of
winds, when birds sing.


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