Just 26 (Honey Of Ether) Poem by Indranil Bit

The small silver-diamond droplets slowly accumulating on the flat slope surface;
Of a blade grass plant on the greenest part of the paddy stretched country side;
Gain weight and gently roll down the blade like the honey of the ether;
To fall free on the black loose soil underneath. A perfect visual ecstasy.

Underneath the bouquet of grass blades, in the midst of the loose black soil;
Lives a happy small family of ants. Cute black ants. Ants are proud crawlers.
They often boost of their strength to lift heavy. And they are always busy.
They group-work. They loosen the soil. They gather grains. They dance march.

Suddenly a chaos broke. Ants running hysterically. They smell calamity perhaps.
Dozy drowning sensation. Darkening clouds or their dulling vision! Who knows?
Honey of ether fall on the soil. They fall lifeless. A busy life ends. A travel to heaven.
A battle is won perhaps. Or is it lost? Hope O man! Both our heavens be the same.