THE LITTLE FLY

South south in the farther south

In a little hill

A mango tree mellow bloomed

And fragrance spread in the wind

The little fly hummed around

spreading its tiny wings;

Rested on a cluster of flowers

To sip up the sweet honey.

The spicy-ant sped up anon

his acidic gas exposed

Poor little flea hummed away

tasting not even a drop...

Reaching its home, detailed the tail

Its little brother heeded all

said by the tiny fly.

Humming away he anon,

Back with the jaggery-ant

Set out the morrow to the sweet mango tree.

The little fly winged off ahead

spreading its tiny wings.

By dusk they reached the southern hill

the sun hid in the western horizon...

The little fly with its brother

Hid under green mango leaves;

the spicy-ants all together

slept sound inside their nest...

Past midnight then,

The jaggery-ant like a spy

Entered alone to the spicy-ant's nest...

craftily he sent all the knaves to the land of death.

Dawn broke bright, and

the gentle breeze softly did blow;

The little fly with its brother

met with the jaggery-ant

Three of them sipped off honey

from inside the mango flower.

Thereafter cooling in heart

the three on the hill enjoyed fully

sipping honey drops in joy...

All other trees on the hill blossomed too

The nymph of spring with brightened face,

the charm of the woodland did grow;

Having drunk enough honey

the little fly suppled now

It flew round the whole wood humming in glee...

The little fly befriended with

a butterfly-kid that f lying

joyously kissing flowers.

The butterfly host all coloured

became a friend to the little fly

Later some days after, they

the fly and the jaggery-ant

hosted the butterfly kid;

Set out to meet their kins, and

returned home with some relatives.

Building fine nests in the branches

of that sweet mango tree on the hill

Leaving all competing notions

they lived as friends aiming well-being....

Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer

all the six seasons were over

The sweet mango tree did its budding

and bloomed with its blossoms and fruits.

In an unforeseen night when the wind blew

Frantic rain poured and the trees got tumbled!

Hurting its colourful wings

The butterfly fell down alas.

Rain water rushed wild into

The nest of the jaggery-ant...

The nest of honey swayed in gales

the pot of honey fell too down!

Gushed away too far along

it faded away to some where and gone!

When wind an drain all did cease

The full moon shone brightly in sky

Trembling and chilled in that cell

The butterfly breathed its Last!

Upon a grass-shoot did lean

The jaggery-ant was seen clung!

Shaking off water drops from

Its tiny wing, that little fly

Flew silent on to the corpse,

of his bosom friend, the fly...

Slowly, the jaggery -ant

Crept where the body did lie

Embraced both friends in grief and bereaved

The moon hid behind the leaves of the cloud.