The poem
The Father
In the world of ants, a tiny laborer toils
Carrying a burden among the fertile soils
A sugar cube?, towering high and grand!
In the ant's small world, a mighty demand
With legs moving swiftly, a noble feat
The ant marches on, never facing defeat
Through grass and gravel, he perseveres
Against the odds, shedding no tears
A symbol of resilience in the world so vast
A lesson in fortitude, meant to last
Oh, tiny ant, with your mighty load
You teach us lessons on life's rugged road
The power of persistence, in your tiny frame
A reminder that even the smallest can claim
So onward he trudges, with unwavering might ,
For his little kingdom..!
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