A lad and a worm
A young lad held a worm in his hand.
Little did he know that he would obliterate its body
Its head was bulldozened, its body spilt for the last a curving charm.
His mother mulled him to let it inhabit the land, the farmer friend's aid voice.
The lad was indispensable and indisputable, his mission never faltered.
His tenacity and intellect soared as he grew in stature but his worms affliction never plummeting.
Do worms and insects feel no pain, nor are they apprehensive of being killed?
A man was cascaded in a floral bath and serenity of the soil filled the ambience.
The curtain was raised for the microcosm while the man was retrieving to the Genesis of his civilization.
As darkness skyrocketed, the species of invertebrae in a curving charm crawled over and blood freezing served its revenge cold.
Sparsely we know the boy is the man, grave is battle, worms are now succinctly predators and victim lies motionless and vanquished.
This poem is not what it means it signifies so much more than what it appears, read it and please share your views
Much Love
Jen
Edited by CarpediemRose - 1 years agoLife is a constant battle for survival and in the end the fittest survive .
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Indeed it is
Now it has become the survival of the most ablest person who knows the way of life
Thanks a lot for reading
Several little worms are found and placed onto the soil from a lab table every day for scientific research, but little do we realise that, one day, a dead human body will likewise be dissected by countless worms to discover what's within!
An endless search for the soul, from the smallest worm to the most ambitious man!
Really poignant poem with a hint of melancholy in that never-ending hunt!
Several little worms are found and placed onto the soil from a lab table every day for scientific research, but little do we realise that, one day, a dead human body will likewise be dissected by countless worms to discover what's within!
An endless search for the soul, from the smallest worm to the most ambitious man!
Really poignant poem with a hint of melancholy in that never-ending hunt!
Thanks a lot for your exquisite comment
I am glad u liked my work
Ohh Jen, this is absolutely beautiful! The circle of life, very well penned! Things that seem miniscule aren't that unimportant in the larger scheme of things.
Time is the greatest leveller. 👏
Ohh Jen, this is absolutely beautiful! The circle of life, very well penned! Things that seem miniscule aren't that unimportant in the larger scheme of things.
Time is the greatest leveller. 👏
Dear Neha
thanks a lot for ur kind words
it means a lot
indeed time is a level playing field
