I am a tiny ant,
I walk
alone...
I have no “head”,
No “heart”...
But
somewhere
Inside my so
called head
a sense of
duty,
a scent of
the same,
attracts me,
makes me mad
and
leaves no
other way
but to walk
ahead.
There's no
leader in front,
No cadre to follow...
Only some
other ants like me --
They are all
ghost-ants --
Guide me
from somewhere...
I don't know
them
But can feel
their presence.
And one
among them,
An old ant,
who has
walked alone
in a lonely
path,
helps me to
concentrate,
to walk
towards the point,
for which I
have deep love.
And now I
have learnt
the style of
walking alone
without
feeling lonely.
Samita CHATTOPADHYAY.
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