Friday, May 11, 2018

The Ants--By Partha Chatterjee--India

The Ants

Silent but frisky procession 
of black heads with no placards
or slogans.

Each carrying white eggs in mouth
that look like white hawthorn blooming in a forest
or snowflakes falling on hillside roads.

They store food for winter
Yet, the hoarders cause
no artificial famine to the 'antkind'

They feel first the troubled pulse 
of Mother Earth and her tectonic
movements.

In their nuptial flight, they are angels         
who drop their wings on the ground          
as surrendered flags.                                   

Partha Chatterjee lives in India with his family. Born in 1986, he graduated from Burdwan University. He loves music and poetry.

8 comments:

  1. Dear Partha,

    I enjoyed your poem, especially the part of the nuptial flight.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Best wishes,
    Inge

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  2. Great piece, really enjoyed it!

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  3. I'll never look at ants in the same way again!!

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  4. Partha,
    Great poem about the ants. Welcome to Whispers if you are new.
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

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  5. There is poetry in everything, and you found it here! Well done!

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  6. I like your poem, Partha. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing it. Continued blessings!

    -MJ
    (www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)

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  7. Dear Partha,
    This beats the tar out of my ant watch
    Knight Writer

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