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Where have gone my other friends?

Where have gone my other friends?
We are known for organized working
We ourselves do not know how many of us are around
But, we are thorough and systematic
We move loads, which weigh far beyond
What each of us weighs
Our co-ordination is so wonderful
That we keep pushing large weights
And dragging them far beyond imagination
Our paths are well defined
We never intersect
On this double lane one way up and the other down
We do not change the lane
And we do not halt without reason
So no traffic jam and congestion
We do not see the path
We sniff and follow the scent to be on the right track
We do not know how and who designs our path
We do not question
Never troubles were on our own
Intrusions by outsiders cause some disturbances
But, practically it takes no time for us
To fall in and follow the original path
Thanks to olfactory sensitivity
We never fall short of our goals
We always reach our goals
May be, some delay here and there
But, our scaling the goal is certain
All said and done, I am now out of my path
The need for water made me change the path
And I drifted a bit towards a spot
That showed signs of bearing water
And I am lost, as I am yet to trace the path
As the scent of our tribe cannot be sniffed
May be, because the forty plus hot environ
Desensitized my smelling sense
I keep on moving, though not knowing
Whether any where I am near the path
I sighted, to my relief, that spherical head
With a pair of projected probes
Yes, I got the path and the destination too
But, I am not sure of the scent
Which is unique to our tribe
As I got close to the just located path
It took no time for me to realize that I am wrong
The person seen by me is not of ours
He is a big head black ant
While I am a flattened head brown ant
I stood at a distance respectful of the size on other end
And he too disappeared into the pit,
Perceived by me as our destination
And which got developed between the tiles pasted in that bathroom
My question remains unanswered
Where have gone my other friends?

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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