Ascent Of Sap Poem by Satish Verma
Ascent Of Sap
You will never count when you
stitch the stars on a milking tree.
Nobody will cry. Nobody will laugh.
Was it an invasion of privacy?
You share the saliva with pursing
lips. The tall tree spins.
Was it the elixir of love
or the poison of life? Who will know?
The roots become deep and rich.
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