Realax Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Realax



Sitting in the garden bench for a relax
There the ants are marching to somewhere
Carrying little food gathered somewhere
May be corpses of insects for their food
They gives message to each one nearby
May be conversing the dangers of surroundings
Or the things likely to be danger to themselves

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