Colour colourless

 I was in such a hurry today,

Had to reach duty by a quarter past seven.

In haste, I bit into an apple,

Sometimes along its curve,

And then,

Like a JCB machine,

Digging into soil somewhere.

In that hurried bite,

Some pieces fell

On the ground,

As if meant for the earth.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't hold them in my mouth!

I had moved on.

But when I returned this time,

My feet forgot their swift pace,

I arrived at that very spot

Where I had passed in haste.

The present was different from that past,

On that stony, hazy place;

As if a fair was going on!

Tiny ants,

Medium ants,

Big ants,

Black ants,

Red ants,

Fat ants,

Slim ants, all were there,

All carrying that piece away,

Some were gathered in a circle, eating right there.

Such peace there was!

Such newness, such belongingness!

On that very earth,

Where thousands of assaults on peace occur,

By that special human,

From whom the message of peace was hoped for.

With respect, I bent down,

Someone left their food in welcome

And began to look at the visitor,

Trying to recognize.

In their eyes was a sparkle,

Of peace, of satisfaction, of stillness, of that transcendence,

Again of that hope,

Which I had awakened.

'Will this fair also teach the messengers of unrest?'

I thought for a few moments!

And then moved on,

To fall into yet another thought.