#11 Poetry – Humble

When I look at those tiny ants,
helplessly crawling
towards the sweets I dropped on earth
I bring my toe right on top of them,
I pity their humble existence
as a small step would result in a disaster for them.

I wonder, if this is what it feels
to be God
and right then,
a deep voice echoes in my ears
‘wake up, you have a test today’
and I come back to my humble existence.

The ultimate power is in the right hands!

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