Thursday, October 08, 2009


Last night, a giant moth pregnated
And laid its coccoon over the fields.
Covered the mountains and the plains.
Close knit to the ground a nest
For its young to be born in.
The next morning the Sun and the man
Bore gaping holes in it.


Gitanjali said...

wow! so beautifully written

Sunpreet Singh Khanuja said...

What drove you to that thought?!? May I ask!

Zedekiah said...

Thanks Gitanjali. :-)
Sunpreet: just a random thought on an idle evening. Thanks for visiting :-)