No Birth-Control Here! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

guess it`s been several thousands
mouse miles since the mating between
a poetry soul and a robust desktop kicked off:
very old, old, very new, new- -
all siblings share the same house;
all elders and little ones are trained
to march ahead like a train of desert ships:
never in train like a chain of weary cavalcade!
all the brisk offspring romp about
in sprawling neighboring yards...
the parents are up for more unique copulation;
a lovely boost in cosmopolitan poesy population!
in a time-built museum they may bleat or bray-
they may raise their forelegs and sound victorious neigh!