When summer comes, bugs are aplenty
Especially if it has rained a day or two before
Beetles come whirring in
Through the open window rudderless
And hit on the walls like small pellets
They sometimes fall upside down
With their tiny legs tilted up
And lie down awhile in their initial shock,
Unable to take off immediately
If we are not quite careful
They get crushed under our feet
With a small explosive sound
Making us conscious of our inadvertent step
These innocuous winged visitors,
Thus unwittingly are stamped to death
Know life can wither away quite abrupt
By trespassing into unwelcome territory!
The June bugs here do the same thing. Their lifespan isn't that great under the best of conditions, but helpless on their backs and underfoot, a glimpse into the way of nature gives the human mind pause for contemplation
If we are not quite careful They get crushed under our feet A Persian poet says, Aahista khiram balke makhiram, zere quadmat hazar jan ast. It means walk slowly, rather don't walk, thousands of life are there, below your feet. It's a poem with an universal appeal.
Know life can wither away quite abrupt By trespassing into unwelcome territory! Come summer there is lots of hustle and bustle of these insects and there is no escape from their charging invasion. Nice poem.10.
Summer comes through open window with small explosive sound. This is definitely very interestingly composed thoughtful poem shared in wise mind on insect. Excellent.10
A brilliant poem with powerful message conveyed through the winged visitors is astutely expressed. We must take proper care in stepping into any unwelcome territory. I appreciate this poem on insects.
In the case of some beetles & VG's big feet, " wither" soon becomes " die" ! i'd say " abruptly" . :) i enjoyed the NATUR(e) al history lesson. when in N. Carolina this year, while reading in the light from a nearby porch light, a large beetle banged into something and ended up on its back. Being a good Samaritan, i flipped it over. I'd do the same for you. bri ;)
I've always had a love for insects, those tiny creatures that must nimbly survive the macrocosm of unflinching viciousness. Thoughtful Meditation Valsa, its nice to see your eye sees the majesty of these creatures.
Last two lines provide a profound warning to the unwelcome visitors. Hope they get the message. Nature must find a better solution.
a powerful message conveyed through the winged visitors - yes our every walk needs to be careful before stepping into any unwelcome territory! good one Mam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So is life; with reasons behind the seasons. Nice work.