Miracles of Survival
The dog that always
looks at me and barks
Misses thieves
The cat that comes to
smell the fish broth
Leaves all the rats to
escape
Lit mosquito coil
Inhaling external
mosquitoes
In the Dosa flour
bought to solve hunger
A lizard is dead in it
When spreading the bed
rug
In insomniac anger
The snake inside was
raging
Put it all together
By the absurdities that
occur in the possibilities of existence
That the miracles of
survival are not for everyone
The demons in the dream
say consolation
In the continuation of
unchanged mechanical routine
Flies flock to official
life
Pay at the end of the
month
Ants bought it and run
over it
Lenders with
unrecognizable anger
They are being chased
in the midnight
While escaping like a
refugee without being caught
Door are closed
automatically without letting in
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