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A fluttering poem / M. P. Pratheesh

Then it rained heavily on this planet earth. Everything soaked in water, except this tiny creature. It was glued on the visible veins of a green leaf. Under its dark shade. After the downpour over, it came up and flew away, perhaps to the other half of the earth.



M P Pratheesh is a poet who gathers tiny pieces of ancient, silent and sentient objects/beings from and around the backyard

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