Tiny ants are on the trail,
One by one they follow,
without fail! Tiny,
yet busiest among all creatures,
'Standing & staring' is just not their feature! As the Workers,
Soldiers, and a Queen, of the bees,
So are the ants, categorized in three!
Don’t you forget, they live in a colony?
Without ever losing the smooth harmony!
They do their jobs every day and night,
And use their strength with all the might!
The workers go out in search of food grains,
Soldiers stay back to collect-n-chop them!
No, No, Queen is not lazy,
please do not blame,
She too helps by keeping an eye on grains!
They don't have time to share the gossip,
All they do is little bit of magic!
Never do they speak with mouth or hands,
But simply release the 'pheromones' secreted from the glands!
With marvelous sense of smelling,
they do sort of identification,
That helps them to find their destination!
People call them busy and always make their fun,
But Ants are probably,
the one, Who knows the value of minutes and seconds!
And this, perhaps, is the most important lesson,
That we humans should certainly try to learn!
Composed by
Priti Sawant
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