A train of black Ants like a pilgrimage, <br />While they are going never miss to talk each other. <br />Where are they going? <br />It's a puzzle for me. <br />Soon they vanished and I touched the wall, <br />I felt the vibration of their footsteps. <br />I am sure they found another World beyond the wall. <br />I sit and scribble in between the walls <br />But I cannot see the outside unless I break the wall. <br /> <br />*Oh! Who made this barrier? I thought it's ordinary bricks but much stronger than mud!<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-whitewashed-wall/
