PARISHAN
Not
one
More
than two
Accompanied
by a group
Like a
metro
There
is a huge line
All
are seemed to be black.
They are
in mission.
All
the time in move.
Checking,
testing
And
move forward.
Who is
the leader?
What
is their demand?
What
is their slogan?
Nothing
is heard.
It is
a silent procession.
Day
and night.
No
body is absent
For
single moment
See
them
Every
corner
In
your room
Floor,
walls
Ceilings,
door
Window
shield.
They
reach
Where
you can't.
No one
can stop them.
Wind,
light, rain
Weather?
But
LAKHSMAN REKHA(black ants)
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