Neptune

these surfaces had

no empathy for cocoons,

winds will erode  

core-stones too soon,

thank god,

i was building a 

home on Neptune.

patience can never

stay porous for long,

the lady who checks the

sundial turned to brune, 

thank god,

i was building a 

home on Neptune.

rivulets rugged their

feet , jumped into holes,

salts of the oceans

were fed with the spoon,

thank god,

i was building a 

home on Neptune.

cursed were the

carnal desires for truth,

cursed was the 

celibacy of the moon,

thank god,

i was building a 

home on Neptune.

- chetna 🌻