FLIGHTLESS
Brought to earth, upon a broken wing,
crawling with ants, lowly, slithering,
looks above to see comrades fly
a few feet above, but it felt like sky.
Waiting for a speedy end,
adapting, he begins to pretend.
like an ant he scrounges around,
hoping to hear death's stealthy sound.
Came bouncing along that cruel child,
twinkling eyes with merry wild.
He tore away the moth's last vestige,
ripping apart his cloak of insectly prestige.
Reduced to just another ant,
with no wings to rave and rant.
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Hey guys!
I rediscovered our old past ramblings in a hidden nook in my computer!!!
Very soon "Snobbery & men", "Why Bala Can't sleep" and other such classics from the fertile imaginations of Neo and Ram will be hitting this blogspace.
Just wait till I get an internet connection at home...
Phew! RE-VITALIZED ;-)
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