The Grasshopper Question

A day, at summer eve
in the river side,
a green grasshopper asked me
what is the meaning of life..?

I came down to the river
water, cold like ice,
it covers my body
running with the river tide.

I closed my eyes, told her
it’s all, but sacrifice.

poetry © copyright,2021, chitrak

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