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I look down, to see a small black ant, crawling away
It moves so slowly, to reach its destination it'll take the whole day
On its back, a bit of fallen sugar it seems to be borrowing
Right under my nose, this tiny speck is moving
I decide to follow, on the ground I do kneel
It trudges on again, slowly carrying its meal
It stops in the middle, probably to take a break
Probably now with a bitter back ache
I follow no more as it goes through a cupboard crack
But one day for food he will be back
When the storage in his house is empty or low
Right under my nose, he might come or go
~Gaurang Rao
Written for - (after a long time) http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.ae/