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A Bedbug On My Palm
AL (november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

A Bedbug On My Palm

now the bedbug
finally finds
its place
in one of the lines
of the palm of my hand

its life
depends on the nail of my thumb
its weapon now
is simply being a ball
all its feet
hidden under its spherical wings

it is not praying
it is simply waiting for its death
within a palm
there is no choice

except my own
indecision

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Comments (11)

this write make one feel powerful even if its only a bedbug, clever and intelligent composition.
it is not praying it is simply waiting for its death within a palm there is no choice except my own indecision.....life and death is in the hands of almighty but yes indecisioncan be His decision too.... lovely poem and goodcomposition....10 reaad mine..kind words
You leave me with nothing to say: a good one there!
Beautiful composition.
Human too are bugs on time's palm and it's life depends upon time's fancy.........Any moment it can choose to close the palm and we are gone forever.............Good Write....
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