ANT HILL ENGLISH POEMS
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ANT-HILL!
There you were! There I was!
And there were few others!
We to say our existence
Without hands, without legs
or any other organs
Like a sign! Emblem of
subtraction! Probably a dot!
No! No! How to call it?
These are again the forms.
Our existence means mere
entity!
We all were making appeal in
our prayers
Embracing the entire
universe
“Oh My God, Give us the
form! Give us the shape!
Like the others creeping on
earth
Let me roam, Let me saunter,
let me crawl, Let me live!”
We were kept waiting for the
life on this earth.
Something like energy
arrived there invisibly
Without making the sound of
footsteps
And insinuated itself into
every existence
Then and there only we got
the shapes and forms
Exactly like balloons
inflates on entry of air in
Orb, cylindrical like
cucumber or blob
Someone like you a disc of
moon
Someone like me batty acacia
It was like a chain of
eradicated trees in queue
Becoming fire one by one
Sacrificing themselves to
the fire
And taking the shape of fire
flames
Precisely like a cobra
burrowing the clay for its dwelling
Or going in and in through
the hollow clay made by ants
Clay takes the shape in no time
We name it as ant-hill.
It’s an arrangement
Cobra has done for itself
It’s all right to term
anything; it’s a part of practice
But to give the importance
to ant-hill is always misleading
It’s all right I am here
with my name
But energy is the truth and
not my skeleton
To give importance to the
skeleton is always misleading
Not forget, energy is indeed
manhood.
You are ant-hill. I am
ant-heap
Heap of clay and nothing
more than it
Remember this too! You were,
I was and there were few others
Whence creature born
We to say our existence
You became girl and me a boy
It became peacock and that
swine
At the convenient to that
power which empowered the forms
Forms and shapes!
Shapes from inside that made
the exteriors
Chunky, Dumpy, Clumsy, boor,
bent
Dwarf. Pretty, hideous all
are the exteriors
And finally adjectives
Don’t go the shapes and
forms from His treasure house
True is inside- That the
arrangement for Him!
No one worship the ant-hills
but the cobra at event
Yes! We being ant heaps
collapse in sometimes
With the pressure of pride,
jealousy and like this
Cobra then avoids entering
in and goes for another one
It remains then only clay
undergoing the trampling.
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