Crossed an anthill
Overheard accidentally
Ants talking about me!
Sharpened my ears,
Shalini is selfish;
She killed our siblings.
Can’t argue back,
They ate my sweet;
They bit my skin.
Family feud started.
Next time I saw ants,
Forgot my insecticide
instead shifted place.
1 comment:
I liked the way you built this analogy of an anthill and sweetness.
Ingenious.
I have a prose piece on Gossip.
Joy always,
Susan
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