One day

One day, when the soaked raindrops

will ascend to the sky,

and the petrichor of the March of 873 B.C.

will be released from the soil

and the Sun would be new

and the moon would not have born

and the Everest would be a tectonic fault

and all the rivers would be sea

and all the glaciers would be ice again

and all I have done,

would still have to be done.

And then, maybe, I would

do it all over again,

inch by inch, second by second,

breath by breath,

till I find myself again

writing, waiting once again,

for reversals.

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