A Song Of Ants Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A Song Of Ants



My wife grumbles when I throw sugar on the floor.
'Hey! You invite pests purposely.'
'No darling see how they carry patiently
And you hear their pleasant song? '
' Dry seasons we struggle to collect food for coming rains
And we have a small party for our relatives.'
Then I think of my few relatives here
They carry fire under the water.

Sunday, February 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,food,rains,relatives,seasons,song,water
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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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