The ant

Like a symbol of blazing to equip all
In the wake of searching food and hearth
To continue survival on earth for ecosystem
In the stone sniffed meadow underneath the earth.
Forever moving so quiet and speedy to grow
In the shadow of leaves and dried hazy coil
Soaked with the soil so deep and dark
To pass along the trees, herbs and creepers
As if it has larges park house built on the wall
Or in the house tops and over the bridge
In the banks of the river where tiny creature
like the ants so generous to live together
For motion and capacious streamed like
In system  so exciting peeped by larking
As if dead but so painful in striding
To gather gesture of life and bustling.

Pestilence

My mind drops in turn full of care

As if it paces to exile in murky layer.

To be a soul in dazzling blaze

In motion to burn capacious haze.

To pass scorching aside the sun’s ray

For pushing hot air to the hectic way.

There is awfully a lack in human brains

To switch some what in unknown trends

No one knows what is in the perils of speed

To inform the world that precision instead.

A series of events crop up everywhere

To create panic and spoilage with flare

In toning all classes even lower animals

All shuddered with such collapsing reels

For thorough search in secret upcoming

In congestion of thoughts for logic in series

For Bomb blasts embedded in maiden beams

None excludes in bonds and leads

This is the plan which we see and hear

To punish the culprits whipping everywhere.