Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The guards are very busy...


The nests of the wasps,
Just small and crisps,
In the shape of the shell,
But have the partitioned,
Chambers, the young are there,
Guarded by the vigilant parents,
The nests of wasps are secured,
In the homes of the human,
The children are left alone,
And their hands are loaded,
With freedom and the tablets,
Any intruder can enter through,
The net with no permission sought.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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