The ant who died

The ant who died.

A lonely swim in a distant stream
Two legs tread the ground in a rhythm.
Food almost gets stuck between his teeth.
Water cold, refreshing but turbid.
Pair of slippers tap and slap the floor.
Lips fill the rest, a song sweet but sore.
He slaps and taps the floor to tune of the song.
Song about a laborer who works at the dawn,
Who works the fields while the world takes a yawn.
But he never forgets to stand
And watch pass his favourite madame.
"Stop singing and start loading the truck"
He makes sure to put dirt on those shiny shoes.
That sweet at the tea shop at the break
Was a little salty so he had the other one instead.


Life plays jazz with his salary.
But that cutting makes go all the worries.
Today I'll stay away, take a half day.
And walk all over my favourite building.
It's almost complete, will be filled soon.
But today it's all mine to inhabit.
He walked into all the rooms and all the ledges.
He walked himself on the roof.
It was his creation, he was it's god.

Maybe he didn't sleep till the dawn
Because every blink flashed him a picture.
Once of his old town, once of that girl.
Once the old school building and the nearby well.
He mistakenly steps onto an ant.
He dreams of the time he was smaller.
Couldn't even listen to the voice of his caller.
He enjoyed the gust while it lasted.

"Hey ! Where is Raju" ?
"Contractor get me another one tomorrow".
The contractor obliged with the nod of his yellow helmet.
And no one cared about the ant who died.

Author's Note

Grammar corrections are welcome but looking for problems in coherence and corrections in imagery