An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone's leftover can save
Lives.
Crushed letters are getting drenched,
Free fall of rain on a path.
Nothing special on this day.
You can't quite see the next man
Desert is setting in mind.
Nothing special but the ant.


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May the sun shine on you.
This part of the poetics grabs ATTENTION . . .
"The ant
An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone's leftover can save
Lives."
And then the ending ties it all up ~
"Nothing special but the ant."
But, inbetween this . . .
"Crushed letters are getting drenched,
Free fall of rain on a path.
Nothing special on this day.
You can't quite see the next man
Desert is setting in mind."
(?) . . . Somehow the two lines:
"Crushed letters are getting drenched,"
and
"Desert is setting in mind."
throw the poetic flow off (for me)
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If it read like this . . .
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The ant
An ant with its provisions,
The shade of rain on anthill.
Looking at it you have learned-
Someone's leftover can save
Lives.
Free fall of rain on a path.
Nothing special on this day.
You can't quite see the next man
Nothing special but the ant.
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Then I'd say . . .
SUCCINCT!
Let me know what you think Poddar.
Blessings ~
Rene