I was asleep
when a copper-coloured beetle touched my feet.
The strongest insect that fondly eats,
our planet’s daily waste.
Rolling, digging and tunnelling dung,
It sings songs of life with balls of dung.
Forwards and backwards into balls,
Rolling, rolling spheres of manure,
picking up seeds at every turn.
Moving, dispersing and fertilizing
seeds on the move by rolling dung balls.
Digging, digging to bury those balls.
A store of moisture, a harvest of food.
A safe abode and nursery,
brooding babies, all-in-a-ball.
Tunnelling, tunnelling, spreading that dung,
repeatedly changing the texture of soil.
Porosity, quality, and germination
all get better where dung beetles dwell.
Egyptians and Adivasi knew
the values of these scarab saviours.
So keep these achievers in the loop,
revere those scavenging beetle troops,
cleaning up our planet’s poops
Sukarma Thareja
Pl read-
https://www.amazon.in/Science-Life-Nature-Collection-Foreword-ebook/dp/B072Q3DDR7
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