and has a home of its own.
It trudges in unending toil
and thus how it is known.
It bathes in crystal dew
that falls from blade of grass.
In time refreshes itself anew
and it's shell shiny as brass.
Sometimes, ants walk upto him -
Tells stories of the outside world.
He crawls out of shell's rim
and then lays back softly curled.
Prasenjit©2022
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