Survival to the Fittest...!

This is how
He was lost....!


Like an Ant,
Batteling to survive
After drowning into
A glass of Honey....!


And it is all
About the devastation...
Whom do
I mark for it...!


Should I
Count the Ant,
Who searched for the curfew..
No..!


Or,
The mere liquid,
The honey,
Which stands for the taste...
No...!


Can be or
May be,
Concluded like this..


He, the poor Ant
Found his way,
To the dead-beds...
Looking for the best..


And
She, the Honey
Still sweet enough
Can be admired
By the fellow Ants...