Ant……. Poem by SALINI NAIR

Born to bite
Curse that annoyed with the pain
A gangster dwells in the fissure
Numerous activist marches with vigor
In a line to march-past with fervor
Slaves that born to labor and perish
Short life that heave to toil
Eyes that never speculate the worst
Legs that climb to the peak of earth
Life never breaks the norms or its colony
Queen who ladle its entire lever
Born to cheer entire life
Slaves who lost life for the majesty
Replace by the next group in its dwell
Never protest or dispute inside
But gather to gain together
Though a short span, it’s splendid and gentle
Another way he suppress pest and aerate the earth.

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