The Little Back Ant Poem by Sujit Sinha

Straddling the rugged uneven red earth
The little black ant scuttles from spec to spec
Urgent urgently searching for a certain thing
Of its interest and great worth

What moves the miserable creature with such zest I ponder
A boy's careless foot and its game is all over
Crushed and mingled with grime and mud
Do these ugly things speak to us I wonder.

Today that is sown is in future reaped
We all so love to fly with our successes
So I tell myself and then sulk
Which future which successes.


My lover sits across my desk
Doleful eyes of mercy
Oh my boy my beloved boy
Wish you would now be what I know you can be

In all the times that man sees
The dark days when silence is barren
When the present exists but not really
When the past is forgotten and the future is passed

Tell the tale of the ugly little black ant
Follow it as it crawls and scampers
Look bravely into your sweet hearts eyes
Say yes I shall.