I have crushed an ant in between my legs;
Is it a Sin…
Is it a Crime…
Is it an Effect…
Is it a Cause…
Is it morale…
Is there a value in it…
Is it an unknown decision done…
Is it a fate…
Ant was in wrong path…
Climbing through between my legs…
Bitten me infinitely…
Why am I angry to it…
It has done some painful sensation…
It is not the Ant I killed…
It is the cause of pain I killed…
It is not the Ant I want…
It is the pain I don’t want on my legs…
Ants are innocent;
As pure as water in the spring…
Killing an Innocent…
Is it a Sin done unknowingly….?
Itching the pleasure point instead?
I may not be killing mercilessly…
Enjoys the itching until …
The pain appears for the ant to die…
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