An Ant Way-Lost From Line

Watching disciplined ants sans rank, Marching in with a single flank, Drums beat, nor is there marching tune, Single minded, spring be or June, A long line, never ending end, From where, where to, and to what end? Some do break line still here and there To map the surrounding for food, And I saw one, sure a brave heart, Going far and losing the link Like a lone soul lost in a wood, In tune ah with her solitude! And then it so happened, There came to my mind's sight A man of ways-means extreme That knew not what he wanted, Nor yet what he would achieve, Not stopping still on his ways. But then a thought came to mind, Oh what a sacrilege? I compared an extremist With an all-truistic ant That works hard and lays down life In cause of its colony! And then in my mystified mind This beautiful truth I find: An ant carries extreme freight— Much more than her body's weight, So does a man of extreme, But only for a mad dream! ________________________________ Reflections | 37.02,2019 |