The Dying Ant Poem by Kuda Bondamakara

The Dying Ant

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One morning a little black ant lay prostrate;
On the upper side of a fallen big log.
At last it'd found favour in the eye of fate;
Getting such a warm place in the midst of a fog.

The gods had finally been kind, he thought;
To weave body and soul with much serenity;
On a beautiful piece of lumber well-wrought.
How well was it to submit to their sanctity.

For years he'd wandered the rough wilderness;
Seeking a place he'd call his own.
And today he has found it in all fairness;
Majestically raised above all others, is his throne.

Bit by bit he felt warmer but didn't think it odd;
For life had never been this good;
Rather, this was more reason to feel awed;
And he meant to last there as long as he could.

But in no time he felt a sharp pain under his belly;
Followed by an eerie silence which was deathly.
Alas, the log was a burning furnace underneath;
The log was burning beneath.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
Tom Allport 12 August 2017

a poem with a message to us all of don't get to comfortable in one place because things are never what they seem? ..............well written

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Tinashe Mupedzapasi 05 April 2017

Well...nice poem bro, so touching and well written.

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Tinashe Mupedzapasi 05 April 2017

Well...this is a touching poem bro, well written, beautiful rhyms

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