Small Worker

By Sabareesh. N

Small worker in different colours,

Fly without feathers.

Never take rest,

Even when north becomes west.

The small piece of sugar we see,

For them it is a food sea.

They will not work for money,

Or bees’ honey.

They will bite,

But not very light.

They are the workers who work as a team,

To build their dream.

They will be ready for the future,

To protect them from torture.

The water we drink

Can damage them in a wink.

But I’m sure

My small worker will cure.

They may be small in size,

But never doubt their wise.

They will be very active

And get their results positive.

They do not have wings, like a housefly,

To fly in the sky.

But wings

Are not the important thing.

My small worker is good at stealing our food.

By Sabareesh. N