Monday, 27 June 2011


Just like four bats
hanging on a strong and rough leafless branch
without moving a muscle,
 two pairs of socks
hung there on the clothesline;
water still dripping drop by drop,
making a soft plop sound.

It fell on the broad flat leaf below
It Slides again until it reaches
the short fresh green grass covering the whole lot area.

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