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If the total weight of all the ants in the world


From Storyweaver

Is more than the total weight of all the humans.
If the cockroaches burst open from the bathroom
And all the lizards on the wall have made a beeline.

If in 2004 a child sharpening HB pencil, squealed to see
a lizard on the dustbin lid, made a beeline for her seat
wrote:  The fish drank all the icebergs.
If the TOI June 5 headline is still happy to let
the wanderers chewing pencils at the back
of the classroom believe Gingko lives for millions of years.

If the rats are popping up and demolishing ground floor
And children are still respecting subtle grammar restriction
when said: “A monster who likes to eat mice was a mice-eater.
A monster who likes to eat rats was a ?”

“RAT EATER.”

If, everyday a new species is being discovered
makes the gasp of science and class stand same
in forests as well as oceans as well as bathrooms.
If the lady on the second floor has been keeping
water for C. culminatus, shrieks in delight at the memory
of a beetle’s exquisite backstroke in that bowl for flight.

If you are going to put everything in a calendar saying that
Humans just arrived at New Year’s Eve, then putting everything
again in a clock. What to say to you?
If there are ants underneath my doormat
Then none of them are carrying ‘Welcome’.


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