Battle Of White Ants Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Not of termites! but of rain
In the monsoon when it is heavy showers
The water-drop after hitting the water surface
On ground, rises up like so many transparent ants
At so many places, in battle formation.

It is like the candle burned of Zhivago
The beginning of a poem.
But if the muses are not kind
The inspiration dies fast
Like showers on some days in the monsoon
Struggle, and struggle but no words come.