By Kasturi Sinha
White ants, they come and go
Eating through books, row by row
Their tiny jaws, so sharp and strong
Destroying words, they don't belong
Pages turn to dust, words disappear
As the white ants keep drawing near
Silent and swift, they move along
Feasting on stories, both old and new, all gone
Oh, how they love the paper and ink
It's a feast for them, they never think
Of the tales they devour, the knowledge lost
As they keep chewing, at any cost
White ants, a small but mighty foe
A destroyer of books, they never show
By Kasturi Sinha
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