Behind those blinds,across the window
When those droplets of errant rain
Land on glass pane,and slowly drips down
To form a pool that flow in.
A mute deluge towards,those little creatures..
The tinyants one witnesses in action
Uninterrupted,Determined
Not panicking,Not running,
Away from impending danger,
The arriving deluge when i gasp
And watch further in awe & wonder
The grit,the gallantry,spirit of fight
They showcase before surrendering
To the Deluge that engulf
Wash and wipe those little creatures
The tiny ants, So active a while ago
Into an event bygone & saved
In funny tricks of time......
This is our MUMBAI....
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