What is poetry
child?
They ask…
for fun..
Everything is…
Dear Guys..
i reply
The little ant
walking all day long
never stopping
like the human
..unless any get wounded
then..their world
comes to a stop
..then they will
pick up their comrade..
and hurry along
to their little hospital..
inside their deep homes
Unlike the human
The solitary crow
with a small biscuit
i shared with it..
Only a small biscuit
lying at its feet
does not want it
..it flies away
and returns with more..
of its flock
it pecks at the little biscuit..
Swallows a grain
and steps aside..
The one beside
comes and does the same again
After an eternity..
The biscuit is eaten
They caw their thanks
and fly away
i wonder
in silence
what just
happened
i wonder…if it was enough…for them?
They show..
what i needed to know..
And suddenly i know..
That is all i ever needed to know
enough
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