Mentors
I heard that:
-Cain buried brother after he
-watched crow burying
-and learned to…
We have learned lot from animals
-our team work must come of
-pack of wolves
-and from the tigers, our ego…
And of course, much-much more.
My mentor is cockroach.
Live single
-have a life too simple
-single room, lot of books
-young and old, variant
-in many tongues, subjects.
-In kitchen, two kettles
-one wooden and other
-plastic, their handles.
Cockroaches know my time
-they go and come around
-roam as if are owners and soldiers
-whenever I am out and absent.
Some of them, less expert
-can be seen on return
-I kill them! ! !
Normally, one or two remain
-on handles of kettles, till after
-I have turned cooker on and it hot.
I watch them carefully, and observe
-most of times, risk taker jumps too far
-and goes safe but cautious dies by heat or
-stays till kettle cools, and, possibly, new life…
-I love the risk taker, let it go…admire the brave.
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