Ruin and Repair
The little ants,
Collect their grains,
With effort immeasurable,
Only too find them,
Erased by waters...
Little honey bee,
For a drop of nectar,
Visits thousands of flowers,
To get them only stolen,
By human selfishness...
Great and small builders,
Building brick by brick,
Erect marvelous monuments,
Only to find them razed,
By rival rulers and kings...
Innocent children,
Keep on building,
Beautiful sand-mansions,
Only to get them washed away,
By unpredictable waves...
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I too, often, meet my plans,
Witnessing ruins by my very eyes,
Yet, like ants, bees, builders,
And, above all, those little children,
I go on with reparations and repetitions...!
16 January 2022
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