That evening
in the dim light
from the distant light post
on my lonely veranda
I saw a few ants
engaged in the act perennial
and the oldest game
the game of predation.
The ants were small
yet outnumbering
the scorpion
mighty,
black,
gigantic,
age old,
might have preyed others
myriad times
other insects with
fruitless prayers
to escape from
his deadly stings
and
and yes,
peacefully digested over.
But this time
alas!
the scorpion
A Henzur Rupert
was defeated,
His legs were
now carried,
its sting was stung.
Oh! It's the Time!
And It was the one
that belonged to
someone else
this time.
The power of numbers, perseverance, effort, dedication. There is something here that suggests that the act of will and determination serves to overcome what appears to be a greater force. A magnificent poem, with a profound observation and insight about life and its rules of engagement. A 10!
Thanks dear Lemon for the great remarks and these sweet words of encouragement.
Love this poem on animal instinct so much. This is applicable to some human beings too, people become backdated and are no more respected in the society once there days are gone. 10++++
Thanks dear for the reading and delivering so nice remarks.
Dear Alina, Thanks for the reading and delivering so nice remarks.
And It was the one that belonged to someone else this time. Wow, a lovely poem on instinct and animal behaviour. 10+++ for the sharing.
Thanks Alina for the reading and delivering so nice remarks.
Do you know Sir an ant can kill an elephant Once i saw a million earth worms in a bundle all bundled up a rat lay dead beneath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is applicable to some human beings too, people become backdated and are no more respected in the society once there days are gone. 10+++
Dear Anita Thanks dear for the great remarks and these sweet words of encouragement.