Who Is Really Busy? Poem by sreelekha premjit

one october morning
the banyan tree woke up
to the whistle and buzz
of a hundred dragon flies
flying in frenzied patterns
round and round
zig zag

the leaves shook off
the initial fright
then joined in
dancing merrily
to the silent music
of the many dragons

here the little ants
climbing the apartment walls
laboriously, looked up
wishing for such luck
hoping to sprout wings
to move from sugar jars to cookie bars

the little girl watched
wondered
uncles and aunties rushed past
pretending to work.
Who's busy really she asked
uncles, aunts, dragonflies, the ants, the banyan or me?