When I was brown, snails had crush.
When I was green, goats had crush.
In my yellow, the white ants
And in my skeleton, worms
Had crush. Germs made me salts
For which the roots had their crush.
I shall be reborn to be a leaf
Which will not be the same leaf.
21.10.2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An interesting write with much to ponder!