Ants Celebration Day! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Ants Celebration Day!
Poverty sunken stars failed to twinkle in the eyes.
About to dip from the sky and fall in the ocean wide.
After diving deep into the garbage,
Pearls he couldn't bargain,
To feed his ever hungry pouch,
All he got was the half rotten cake,
Which he had closed in his fists.
Perhaps he took a bite and spared it for the next day.
Now its remnants were taken over by the ants.
Perhaps he had grabbed it from the ant's mouth.
His flesh had shrunk to the bones.
The blood stopped oozing from the fissures.
Often he was found loitering near the garbage,
Waiting to pounce on the leftovers.
Was he an orphan, least not by the birth,
While somewhere his brain wires,
Were incompatible with each other.
He slept in the bed of granules,
Viewing the canopy of twinkling stars,
Yet he failed to lit his own life.
Today he shut his eyes off from the world.
Now the tiny ants strolling in and out his ears.
The flies were relishing his cold parched blood.
While crows gathered around the garbage
Thereby conducting the autopsy of an opened flesh.
Today is the ant's celebration day.
Enjoying the big feast along with rats and insects.
Seeds of poverty were sown since long,
Today also it thrives in our soil.
Will it ever be swept from our lives?
© Geetha Jayakumar. All Rights Reserved (Published) .
Wow this is like your masterpiece, so powerfully written so impressive how u used ants all along so creatively unto the end. Susan is right, this should be the poem of the day. Poverty and starvation presented dramatically. Kudos. Pleez do write your thoughts under my newest poem too, titled, dark skinned vs fair skin, I would love to hear your views
Thank you so much S.zaynab. Definitely I will read and comment for your poem.
Today is the ant's celebration day. Enjoying the big feast along with rats and insects. Seeds of poverty were sown since long, Today also it thrives in our soil. Will it ever be swept from our lives? .......sensitive ending. A beautiful philosophical poem shared. Thanks.
It was fantastic write, Heartfelt to read.
excel of writings- like to quote Was he an orphan, least not by the birth, While somewhere his brain wires, Were incompatible with each other.
Sounds humanity as poverty is expressed here in your poem importantly mostly in narrative style, well done, thanks for sharing the poem with us
A gruesome tale, indeed, narrated in a very touching manner. (10)
just tooo beautiful MA'AM... KINDLY READ MY POEMS MOM'S SMILES AND MOTHER'S DAY YOU MAY LIKE IT MANY HAVE SOME HAVE TRANSLATED INTO HINDI YOU MAY LIKE TO IN TAMIL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Geetha, you wrote this exactly right. You showed poverty in its every pitiless, relentless, hopeless, horrifying detail. You did not pull your punches, you showed the inevitable end of a homeless life. The title now takes on a devastating meaning- well done choosing that title and that exclamation point- -the perfect title. This should be poem of the day. It gets a million 10's from me and a place on my fav list. And a donation to our church's food bank.
Thank you so much Susan. Appreciate the wonderful review for my poem. Thanks for your time. I am humbled.