The Littles


How heavenly it is to be a Little.
A minuscule being,
Born in a microscopical ghetto.

Lost in Life 's endless lanes,
Blooming evermore our interminable childhoods,
Or unfinished businesses...

We shall not grow old.
Neither Up.

We belong down
In the shallows.

Little and Invisible;
Infinitely yours. 


From: 
The White Crow's Commandments


Ram Krishna Singh

Dust Smells

by Ram Krishna Singh


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ABOUT THE POET ~
Konstantin Plevnes is born in Skopje, 1982. He lives in Paris, France, and writes Poetry since 1988...