Plumbing

The night drops into a washbasin
With series of quick short sounds,

A plumber’s delight for a Monday
His shadow drops on my Monday

Like big banyan tree in the night
Slowly comprehending darkness.

Drops are like a body’s plumbing
Of our slowly comprehending life.

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