The Cliff

A potent drop of water
set free on her forehead, will be a river
with an unveiling scenary

till it reaches a unavoidable sharp cliff,
the verge where finest assurances and their smooth flows
alongwith anti-subtleties

ponder, even for a second, peeking over:

‘If I do it, I have done it.’

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