Life is beautiful

The Ant and I

There are many people whom we recognize as heroes. The reasons for someone to be a hero could be many but it is important to be able to recognize the 'hero' in a person. This happens when the personal biases, that each one has, are laid to rest for a while. Yes, longer the better as it gives us an opportunity to see people and their situations clearly for an extended period of time.

Some people are what they really are and there is consistency in their "being". Its not that they are blind to the facts of life nor is it that they are insensitive to the feeling of being cheated but its just that their goodness overpowers any reason for them to think negatively about anything or anyone.

There have been many such good people who have been with me through the thick and the thin. Constantly motivated me and have been my real heroes. I am able to recognize them and would like to thank all of them.

Kedar, my elder brother has been a constant source of motivation for me. I would like to thank him for being there me whenever I needed him. I dedicate this poem to him. Actually, its a reflection of his thoughts that has found words in my mind. It motivated me when I needed it the most and still continues to do so. Here it is for all of you.

The Ant and i

Lost, dejected and all alone,
I went to the beach and sat on a stone,
There I saw an ant, tiny and sleek,
Trying to pull a heavy stick.

It tried and tried for an inch an hour,
But never could pull it beyond that far,
I waited to see but it never appeared
Helpless, fragile or fully tired.

It pulled & pulled and as it reached an edge,
I wondered how the ant would trudge,
The big deep chasm in between its road,
With that long stick, an arduous load.

As I longed to see with a questioned mind,
I saw the ant go just behind.
It pushed the stick to cover the ridge,
And humbly crossed that Pseudo Bridge.

From the ant, a lesson I learnt,
In reaching my goals I may be burnt.
Success is what I should keep in sight,
And step-by-step should trudge the height.

In every step seek betterment,
Turn all my troubles into my strength.
With this secret of success I got geared,
And back to my work I soon disappeared.

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Looking at the title of the poem you might wonder why the 'A' in the ant is a capital letter and 'I' is not so. Well, it is quite so because small things sometimes teach us real big lessons. In this case it is the Ant. Its quite a humbling thing. Isn't it?

© Mahendra Jape 2008

posted by Mahendra @ 3:02 AM