Insects
In my consign of living, nature in its fullness bends,
Creepers, climbers, insects and flies are, hence, in abundance;
House-flies relish our rooms, floors, beds, heads, faces, feet and food,
Ants are awesome! Butterflies, here, are auspicious and good...!
Buzzing sound of wasps puzzles us; though wasp-sting is aching,
We apply local herbs, lest the poison turns life-taking;
Beetles are under or over in any leaf, strolling,
Children play with them; like blood-buddies; bowling and rolling...!
Moths are around our lights and lamps; shaking their silver-dust,
They fly and fall in mouths of lizards, as though them they trust;
Cockroaches, like honey-spoons, are in our kitchens each night,
And, frightening small girls, during days they're not out-of-sight...!
Crickets hide in our shoes often, benumbing us with scare,
Try to squeeze them out of anger; they'd race you everywhere;
Grasshoppers are our friends too; children love their company,
Yet when they ruin our crops, pesticides wreck them grumpily...!
Spiders, lice and worms - insects flying, climbing or creeping,
Weevils, Trichoptera, Orthoptera... secret- keeping;
Insects, like very siblings, parts and parcels of our life,
Our existence, like graveyards, is dead, if with them no strife...!
15 January 2022
Insects Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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