Bohnishikha Ghosh


When an ant was speaking to God in his dream


Great one,
I won’t take long, very soon
I will be done

I am ordinary
Note—not extra-ordinary

At times I am unwanted,
Most of the times, I remain unnoticed

I am neither invincible
Nor incredible

Great one,
I wish I was visible

I hurt them because they do the same
I hate them because they do the same

I know you’re in a haste
‘Coz I know I am a waste

I am no one grand
So you may or may not grant
My last wish—to be somebody!

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2008
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2008
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  • Ivan Donn Carswell (7/14/2008 1:06:00 AM)

    It is a well expressed analogy without too much frivolousness. The naivete works because you keep it totally unsophisticated. Well written. Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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