One does not know from where the big black ants Spread on the floor like black stars on rainy evening Attacking Their pray One can not believe they keep The line discipline of red ants At their Queen's orders They catch and swallow Every thing white Like sugar, rice, moths If they want to carry a big dead body They are united like labor unions They can not live any where Wrinkled skin of trees Houses of leaves Roots of anyone Those they love Change in to them The tree they Live on Not a single fruit can remain there Nor bird live Their kiss is Sharper then their sting Which change them in to pieces They are greater lovers than humans!
