SMALL AND TINY BUT POWERFUL

Together they fight

Undivided they defend

Attacking when they are threatened

Even if they all perish

To preserve their ancient colony

An important thing in their lives

They are scattered everywhere like the sky

Together they are seen

Colouring the red earth with their shadows

Their strength in their countless numbers

Frustrates the strongest thing to retreat

A tiny thing to behold as they pass through

The creeks and crevices

The stony and rugged terrains

They climb without tiring

For water their souls to renew

Materially not eternally

Dark in colour as they are

New and old they all go

To sap under those ancient pot under the nim

Wherein dwell no enemy

But man who dries the well

The ancient source for survival

The ancient routs tread they

Unforgotten with the changed terrain

Unwanted by man as pest

Unpleasant feeling their sting

When trapped by their army

Their fight on the hilly plains

Far from home

Their dead bodies will lie

Where water from above will fall

Pass a moment of silence

For another batch of equal force

The search to renew their soul

Our astonishment their lives

The life of the termites

So small and tiny, yet

So wise and powerful

Frightens man when they invade