Like A Jewel Beetle

I have just seen a jewel beetle sitting on a leaf.

It’s a beautiful shimmery emerald jewel beetle.

I don’t like jewel beetles in matchboxes.

I often relate to them when I am inundated by my thoughts.

Thoughts wear me down like a raced cart.

My mind acts like a pushed down ball in a tank full of water.

It is pressurably being immersed by thoughts,

thoughts those made me guilty,

thoughts those made me unforgivable,

thoughts those made me feel pathetic.

I always run away from those ever chasing thoughts

but they consume me like an engulfing amoeba.

They made me feel like that of a jewel beetle in a matchbox.

I want to be freed from all of those suffocating thoughts.

I want to be free as a wanderer of nature.

I want to sit all alone under a vast open starry night sky

Listening to the sound of crickets

which harmoniously blends with the twinkling of stars,

enjoying every moment of inner peace

like a jewel beetle on a leaf.

Note: Sudha Rajendran is a poet who wishes that she were a croaking frog or a web-spinning
spider. She hates the moment where the hunter- gatherer turned into a town dweller in human
history. She spiritually retains the hunter-gatherer anima in her soul. She often lets the anima
wander through her poems.

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and be used for publication in Science Shore magazine.