Written by Prasad Deshmukh
All this mischief
Planted
In this horrid hour
Means something only as long as
The breath
Which takes me to read this
Lasts.
After that exist
Only chance encounters,
Unexpected retributions
And
Trivial violence.
All of that
Seems to mean something
But doesn't.
Trust me.
I was one such breath
Once.
Or the moment
That took me to write it.
Don't trust me.