An ant was roaming
May be, in search of mates
Creeping like a snail
As if desperate.
From one end to the other
It took almost two hours
Without any rest
Running with a great quest.
Perhaps, in the search of parents
Or may be children
Can be soul mate
Or someone for fun.
Another ant emerged from the woods Made a guess
Searching for her food
.....The fellow ant saw someone familiar
I observed, creeping became a race
With a very fast pace
They both were almost too near
Suddenly, a man walked on them
With his fatal feet without sympathy
The two souls were then lying barren.
Crushed by chance or carelessly
Didn't matter
Their transitory fragile heart
Stopped by that evil
Ready for their next birth
Either of an angel or of a devil.

Surbhi Dadhich..

people says
Great love is that
which gives you water
And in a delightful manner
moves hands  on your head.
But I say that
Great love is that
You fly in the sky flaming
And let lighten up the night  like a bird
Such love which keeps you running as a forest fire
Bless and you .....
You do not stop running the racing.
And whatever item you touch
Burn it
I say it's good love.
that burn you
that flew you
And you with it
Run away