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A Locust

by Anita R. Belagodu
(Bangalore, India)

On a hill, aloof, alone, away, faraway
Hands raise to divine grace way
Winds and bellows fill quiet taverns
Asking me questions, shaking an empty barrel.

Only noises deafen ears, silent words
stoop to devour my experience.
Did I miss anything not marrying a miss?
a couple of children who would genetically be mine.

Companionship, camaraderie, life partner did I say?
They are me and several times myself
In different forms, I score, earn, make a living.
For generations with toil, blood, sweat and tears.

Myself, on a locust, I sit
in fight and in flight, savouring life bit by bit.

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Feb 07, 2013
by: nugehallipankaja

IAnd so well! don't think anybody has written about locusts!

Feb 06, 2013
Crisp and clear
by: Preetham

with few words you said it all, good choice of analogy,great title, could touch a raw nerve.

Feb 04, 2013
good thoughts
by: p

very nicely penned..

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