There are gods
of ludicrosity
laughable ridiculosity
gods of gangadin prosidity
and of poetic absurdity
of late
the latter gods
are being born in bharat
in humongously large quantity
they want to plant peepal trees
for pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
in their polluted cities
for trees to absorb microscopic silica in the air
to become monumental silica peepal trees
good for nothing except
for them to go there in the morning
to relieve undigested curry with warm pee
to further enhance the city pollution
to keep it perfectly in harmony.
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