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.
Meenas Poems 