I was walking carelessly!
Was I lost in a devilish pondering?
Might be I was!
A caterpillar was crossing a forbidden lane.
Human - feet trodden path is not for crawling insects.
We encroach their arena valiantly without permission.
But if they dare to enter our premises mistakenly -
We nonchalantly smother them under our arrogant feet.
Hibernating flowers admonished me hurling stones of
Rebukes ruthless, fusillades of scornful arrows!
Butterflies chided me for killing their kinsman.
I repented raising my heart ' s morose resonance rueful!
The sky melted a drop of compassion on my head heroic!
The wind nudged me aside to float away the carcass.
The cosmos blew the conch to echo doleful dirge.
I clenched my feet to squeeze out heart - felt
sorrow to rinse the funeral path soiled with human blemish that was as if an indelible mundane stigma!
Butterflies chided me for killi g their
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