The tale of two worms.

Life's cinema gives call sheets

To two kinds of worms,

On terms of lease lopsided.

One that of a small-time hero;

The other,rooted to the soil

With a sense of belonging.

One that glows and the other that writhes.

One is off the earth,while the other owns it.

The worm of the earth is jealous 

Of the the worm that glows with sparkles, 

Which garner a galaxy of mock stars

Clustering into a mundane fermament.

The glowing worm longs for the longer life

Of the earth worm,and its resilience;

It yearns for the rival's laid back moves 

In a zigzag pattern,kissing the earth all along.

Like cinema with its popularity and pain,

Life's two worms pass on to mankind's gain,

The tale of a worm led to its flickering flight,

With its heroic glows,helping the dark night;

And that of the soil bound worm on its coil,

That laboriously stretches its length,in a toil. 

Short or long,life is a treatise of tricky tales,

With its abstract of precepts in myriad scales.

P.Chandrasekaran.