Unlike me it can withstand sun
remoulds itself healing cracks under traffic.
To what extent the load repeats
in the entire life-span...
But at last,
being hydrophobic, it strips off
like bitumen, at points under the green tree.
And so is the worry
I carry with me
all the time.
Date: 25-08-2026.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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