Viswakarma
The Divine Architect
Standing by the elephant
And with the hammer and other tools
Whose Workshop is this universe
Vast and wide
The Mechanic of the mechanics
The Technician of the technicians.
Aliens
Flying as UFOs,
Landing somewhere,
Sighted by
Into the woodland
Never the haunted house
Stammering
And ready to leave in a huff
Before they are intercepted,
Looking spooky-spooky
We do not the reality,
If on Mars,
Where are they? .
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