Last night, a flying-ant
perched on my Laptop,
probably buzzing back at
the Coke Studio playing speakers,
beyond the frequencies of my ears.
I once put my Maestro debit card
on it. She flapped her wings,
he tried to crawl out of the
weight of the pauper’s card
and then I moved the card away.
I confine, then I make free.
At that moment, it flew away,
on my hand painted curtain.
She flew then, back to the card
slanting on my lighter and
crawled beneath the card again!
And I,
I craved to smash him,
crush the wings and the tiny Black body,
But what if the magnetic strip gets worn out?
– Marva.
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