Ants - Poem by Prem Rajak
For the ants that work till the last
Have good future forecast.
From little feet to hundred
No work for them is hatred.
From hot mornings to cold nights
They work as if they are ambitious knights.
To work for them is healthy
As in cold they are wealthy.
For those who enjoys summer
There is always winter to hammer.
Never be hammered like those things
Be the ants to gain everything.
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