The Tiny creepy creatures
lie on the base,
set the mark of signatures
to make their endless ways.

I see them passing by
without creating noise,
I enhance their cuddling life
living without choice…

How can such creatures be hated?
How can one make them feel betrayed?
why has god created?
them to feel devastated...

Their presence makes us feel
to let our wounds heal,
instead of being inspired
we feel we are tired.

We think we can’t work
and destroy our world,
ne’er try to be inspired
by their hard work.

Their presence is ne’er praised,
their living is ne’er raise
I wish I could build a world,
which would make every 1 enrolled…