ants’ community,
gathering all at a spot,
spray poison, all dead,
like human beings, during blasts,
man became a prey to man.
the moon’s reflection,
on the glass of my window,
as if he’s peeping,
at me with its thoughtful eyes,
writing a poem in my heart.
shady cloudy sky,
the night above the mountains,
with touch of moonlight,
painted with bluer effect,
sprinkling colours in my heart.
