Meenas PoemsAn ant was going here an there.
It was going round everywhere.
It did not stop for a second anywhere.
It was busy, too busy.
It was joined by another two.
All went ahead in a queue.
Wherein? I did not have a clue.
They were busy, too busy.
The three went towards a hole.
They caught hold of a bread roll.
They tried to pull it in whole.
They were busy, too busy.
They tried and tried.
They pulled and pulled.
They got it in full and fled.
They were busy, too busy.
The little one was crying.
Was it for milk or anything else ?
Kept me wondering.
His cry slowly become a sob.
Was it for milk or anything else?
made me worrying.
It gradually gave way to a whimper.
Was it for milk or anything else?
I started thinking.
The whimper became a whining
Was it for milk or anything else?
The apprehension kept me on tip toe
as the mother walked in softly in a tip toe.
The baby’s whine became a smile in no time
The sun is grinning
as much as it could.
It is chuckling
all by itself in private.
It is laughing
with an empty guffaw in public.
It looks as though
it is jeering and mocking
at all of us under its canopy
reeling in the sweltering heat.
sweating unholy.
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