Ant…….

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. ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.