Ants, there steady movements are amusing
In leisure time it gives me a pleasure
Ants part of this world lives
Wonderfully have a united movement
Marching straight, hiding in pits
Self made hills, advance position and movements
Their discipline, fascinated me in childhood
Though be my friends, of time and pleasures
Conditioned support, provided they must not bite
In flimsy reasons, bites my foot angles
Finding safe heavens in loaf of bread
Which I intended for my food as a breakfast
They likes sweet as well as corpse of little ones
With vigor and effort carries to their pits
Ants are a regular visitors in my home premises
In my own cottage forbidden with a border line
When they cross this border line they will die.
Ants may be talking each other on this world
Where humans have the final say about their life
Still they are resisting when threat comes
And sacrificing their own life with vigor
For a freedom to live in their own little space.
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