One two three four five six…
I’m counting the ants
they are numbered more than a hundred
Coal black and very small
these creatures
busy
transferring food from a place
putting it inside a mound
running, crawling
going in and getting out from a small hole
and maybe some of them are complaining
it’s over five PM and they are still working
A busy life for ants
I was perplexed on how they can find food in this barren land
they are carrying a white round like substance
an ant version of the manna perhaps!
I tried getting one ant and placed it away from the group
two meters distance from the mound
Smart ant, it got its way back
so if there is a creature higher than the humans
maybe was also observing us, the way I’m observing these ants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem