equatorial Poetry thrive. tropical

Ants In The Pantry

Ants all over

creep up well over

the smallest ones I find

tinier than a dot in a kind

seen in a swarm

makes me uncalm

I drive them away

it has been every day

the sugar is clouded with ants

next day they are in the pants

the other day in the loft

the grains are powdered soft

put my  grocery out in the sun

they go out to play  for  fun

return the same  evening to my pantry

a trail I undergo in both the countries

one being in the tropical

the other right on the equatorial

regions where insects and reptiles thrive

not in a progression of ones but fives

well, that is the way I am putting up with  the ants

always   bitten by them  while I cry in a rant.Ant-home-invasion

Eskimo. igloo Poetry reindeer.

It is Greener Over The Other Side.

Living in an igloo

the rustic Eskimo

liked to giggle

in a noisy chuckle

he has his sledge

parked over the iced hedge

the reindeers pull the sledge

off it goes in a speed  to the verge

glides through the ice precipice

up and down it goes on the ice

well, it is snow all around him

would he have ever seen the sun?

with its spread of warmth  and light Igloo

I see them all throughout  my days

he sees the snow and its  cold

with the darkness in a precipitate

I long to see the snow in its fluffy softness

he would wish to see the Sun in its radiance

that is what one feels about the other

the other side of the land is greener.

fault Poetry

The Other Side Of Me.

A little away from my surroundings

yet far away from the thoughts

I proceed with my journey

not talking of any of my kin

nor thinking of any din

it is a pull out rather

from the midst of minds not like mine

never shall I claim to be superior

as I know well my faults and slips

I wish to remain anonymous

not much could be said of me

not much of an achiever I am

the only  stalk I hold steadfast

is not speak out impudently

if anyone does the same to me

I do not hate themall about me or become indignant

I walk away from them

never to set my eyes on them again

that is my fault and default

I could never change myself

nor I intend to do so.