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
that look like white hawthorn blooming in a forest
or snowflakes falling on hillside roads.
They store food for winter
Yet, the hoarders cause
Yet, the hoarders cause
no artificial famine to the 'antkind'
They feel first
the troubled pulse
of Mother Earth and her tectonic
of Mother Earth and her tectonic
movements.
In their nuptial flight, they are
angels
who drop their wings on the
ground
as surrendered flags.
as surrendered flags.
Partha Chatterjee lives in India with his family. Born in
1986, he graduated from Burdwan University. He loves music and poetry.
Dear Partha,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem, especially the part of the nuptial flight.
Thanks for sharing.
Best wishes,
Inge
Great piece, really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteI'll never look at ants in the same way again!!
ReplyDeletePartha,
ReplyDeleteGreat poem about the ants. Welcome to Whispers if you are new.
Your new friend,
David Fox
There is poetry in everything, and you found it here! Well done!
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, Partha. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing it. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ
(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Dear Partha,
ReplyDeleteThis beats the tar out of my ant watch
Knight Writer
Thanks much to all my wellwishers
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