Sirants’ diary

My race is underestimated

Our appearance an irony of our strength

My frame seems frail, but they’re tougher than a crocodiles skin

My limbs are lanky but they bear the weightiest burdens
Everyday out of this teeny-weeny hole I a’ peeping

This big big world amplifies my tiny me

Haughty heels that would crush my soul less chitin I see

Every step is a risk. Life is luck, death, not much
I would wish to be human

To touch the skies with my towering hand

Weave a tent with the rain

And slide over shy rainbows
I’ll ride upon an elephants back

Climb tall trees to eat my choice fruits

Swim in the oceans

And sweep earth with my flowing hot sarees and regalia
And during storms or rather, raindrops

I’ll no more just peep, eat and wish

But bath in it’s celestial showers

My name is Sirant, and I’m just an ant who dreams..

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