" Mind"  ... a Burden

             Do they have brains God!
             these scurrying,hurrying,busy little ants?
              So fixed in intend, so large their burden
               Overcoming all; and to what end?

              Do they even know Dear God!
             That life is short and so uncertain?
             A heavy boot, a gust of wind
             And for them, its the curtain.

            Do they not think Sweet Lord!
            To put down their load awhile?
            to savour or bemoan their lot in life,
            why carry on regardless, for the good of their kind.

           Why do We have brains My Lord?
           when it would have served mankind
           Just as well as these tiny ants
           To work ,live and perish without a thought.

Indu *****
    30th May 2011..... Goa