under the thin layer of Earth's crust, there live poor little earthworms sleeping in the womb of their earth mother so peacefully and deeply like children to mothers' laps that they can hardly understand that a blow will hit them soon.
who knows when death will embrace whom?
whether is it day or night death never fail to reach to his friends on time.
flee!flee!o dear poor little earthworms if you can.
how good it would have if they could understand my language i might have saved them from this upcoming danger.
o farmer drive your scythe not too deep, the poor little earthworms are resting there.
how pitiful life is!
like the earthworms a blow will hit us soon.
©subirmitra
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