ANTHILL

They work and work; they are tiny -

burrowing tunnels in groups so many.

Nobody here protests and none rants -

tirelessly they work, those worker ants.

Slowly and surely they build a mound,

while their bodies ache and pound.

Biting, gnawing and clawing thru' earth -

a work that started since their birth.

Dead leaves, mud and broken stems;

working on and on with no names.
They roll the balls of clay and dung;
burying deep from where the sprung.

#struggle

#labourers

#disparity

Prasenjit©2022