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“I hate to study those big fat books” I yelled my anger out
My eyes then fell on a line of soldier ants, hastily moving about,
Being curious, I got up and silently closed the study door-
I came back and sat down to watch, the smart “ant galore”

I saw them moving in a line, discipline reigning fore,
It must be difficult for those tiny tots to convey messages through semaphore!
I moved my finger and distracted them, breaking the co-ordination,
They seemed unruffled and continued their focused expedition.

I observed the ants, carrying food for the troubled days they’ve seen,
I remember our teacher telling us that they are hard working.
As I sat there, I was bemused at the strength that each one bore,
They kept me captivated by their united conjure.

It struck me then, as I watched them and began to contemplate,
Their orderliness, unity and determination was a matter to speculate-
If ants being so tiny, practice such order with ease and spree;
Then, we being so much smarter, how hard for us could it be?