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Fragrant harbor is now memoir
Inside Google earth’s summary.

An old nose smells current sea
With Bengal fish dead in smells.

Lessness is hell of an awkward ,
To carry it around, Ill -fitting topi.

Better we hold on, to a dear life
As there is only one fear to lose.

Be mortal coil you wear around.
It consolidates all fears into one.

Shout if you must, when the stone
Does not tumble on the sixth one.

You play cheat, ball a mere flower.
A marigold tossed from cardboard.

Your rules change like life’s rules.
From knees up, don’t grow to sky.

It was sky sending needles
Of rain on the poor puppy.

Statue stayed cool to rain,
Finger pointing at the sea

Being marble and cement
It can’t save pup from rain.

Pup was unaware of virus,
About a lockdown in force.

Two girls may join in a landscape
To enter the dogs’ food dreams

Waves rush with an enthusiasm
Not shared by the cops on duty

A cop enters coconuts for a piss
Not to unzip pants for the moon.

The sea is drowned in the night.
Froth glistens like the milky way.

On sea’s frothing mouth,
A silhouette was walking

Against baby sun, its eyes
Torn and torn , on waves.

A canvas bag on its back
Had shells puked by sea.

I think it is shells plucked
By its eyes torn on waves.

Why a silence, asks hungry dog
From the hollows of its stomach.

Crows are assessing sea waves
By silence of fish they wash up.

Why silence, eagle pierces call
In lockdown by Corona’s threat.

In dark caves , the bats hang
Upside down, seeing human

In the most funny concavity.
The darkness smells deaths.

Some times there is old God
Stone broken nose and arms.

Bats are reservoir of Corona
A subtext to human tragedy.

God is old stone-arm broken
And death musty cave smell.

The submarine rusts like a sun
Like the sound of dead silence

And our words pile on the sea
As lexical sounds of lived time

And we make our holes in time
The sounds of words in a night

The clatter from our keyboard
As crows wake another dawn.

You try to find two blades
Of properties in common

And run a lawn in corsets
To learn calculus of world.

The cow encounters grass
Each blade is own wonder .

Says Leibnitz, in ontology,
Each faces its own instant.