colony of ants

Colony of ants .... I, Moving along with a colony of ants, Knowing, that other colonies, Besides us , breathing out the skys.... We, Nicknamed as colonies, For giving our beingness, In the coloums of census..... I and we. ... Making scratches with abandon nails on our bodies, It gives humour to the mirrors around us, But ,it's for the sweat to flow.... The narcissist ants, Looking lovely on to their fleshy skins When the winds thrown out the old foilages of dresses..... I and we . . Keeping the beingness..... And laughing towards the silence , I and we laughed more, When seeing the old and new napkins,pads and sheaths Playing as an insult towards our thoughts. . I And we Knows the waiting for giving the census for proving the beingness, Is or was ... Diverted without giving intimations.... I and we, Nay, alone. .. Seek, helplessly for our last sermons.... I and we, Once again laughs without tears, The heavy crushing of our bones and pinching our virgin fleshes, For the testimony of beingness for the civilisation, And for our last mystical crusade on to the self-crucification.... The queen of our colony proclaims, Our next census May be ,after the upcoming,not sure elections. . (C) Ravindranath