Also, a note to the readers: this poem ain't entirely fiction. I was researching a lot about the ant colony since and what I tried to portray above are things they actually do (varies with species)! I've elaborated the points mentioned in the poem down below, so check em out!
Ant colonies have a complex hierarchical social structure. Ants’ jobs are determined and can be changed by age. As ants grow older their jobs move them farther from the queen, or center of the colony. Younger ants work within the nest protecting the queen and young. Sometimes, a queen is not present and is replaced by egg-laying workers. These worker ants can only lay haploid eggs producing sterile offspring. Despite the title of queen, she doesn't delegate the tasks to the worker ants; however, the ants choose their tasks based on personal preference. Ants as a colony also work as a collective "super mind". Ants can compare areas and solve complex problems by using information gained by each member of the colony to find the best nesting site or to find food. Some social-parasitic species of ants, known as the slave-making ant, raid and steal larvae from neighboring colonies. ~Wikipedia
Other cool facts I found while reading ⭕The underground of an anthill can be 2 metres deep, that's taller than most humans! ⭕Male ants are haploid and are given less food and nourishment. Their sole job is reproduction. During which they usually die. If alive, the colony starves the ant as they believe it is a waste of resources to feed it since it has fulfilled it's purpose and actually leave it to die! Nature is harsh! ⭕Female worker ants are sterile and when young they perform jobs inside the anthill and as they grow older (and their mandible gets stronger in some cases) they go outside of the anthill to collect food. ⭕Forager ants make up about 10% of the colony. They are stronger and are the first to explore new areas leaving a trail behind for the worker ants to follow.
You must have heard of tarot cards or fortune cookies. The idea is that the universe has a message for you which it conveys through some way. So I thought of a way we could experiment and experience this concept here in mirakee!
The last digit of your heart will give you the phase of the moon that corresponds to you. You can refer to that stanza in the post and it will have a message for you! Enjoy!!!
Dead girls carry keys in fists and aphrodisiac in their sleeves
The first woman who was a feminist died single and failed to carry on her genes forward according to the theory of evolution by Yuval Noah Harari conclusion, women who were submissive lived on to carry the blind inheritance
P.S- this poem took me a lot to write. It forced me out of my comfort zone. I would be glad to get some honest reviews on it. It's napowrimo and I really wanted to experiment and get out of my comfort zone. So here it is #gtnapowrimo21
letters to my lone companion- ode to the summer anthems me and my jhoola sang
Back when i was as old as the fingers on my tiny palms as the bells echoed and the koels chirruped in approval the smell of the agarbatti emanating from the puja room announced the departure of Sun from the skies now painted in hues of a renaissance painting the women in the household now all seated in a circle discussing about jhoolas they will buy for the homely diety i stood in awe, gazing at the wooden structure that enthralled my heart for the very first time so i run to the oldest patriarch and tug the hem of his shirt and gave him the cutest expression i could muster as his eyes bore into mine he nodded acknowledging my ernest wish as i ran away again into some mindless activity the next year i visit our home my age couldnt be determined by the fingers of single palm and there it stood in the aangan on the rooftop painted as red as Ma's sindoor in full glory my jhoola my only companion in that big house