Voices of the Immortals

After eons

I hear the voices again

Of the immortals

From the far end

Of the small garden in my house

Where there is an anthill.

The far end of the small garden

Unkempt

Neglected

Ignored

There they live

With the assiduous ants

Who bring them food

Three times a day.

Yes immortals need food

For their voices to be heard

Else they’ll lie

Silent,

In the far end corner

Of the small garden in my house.

Eons before

Their voices were loud and clear.

But then came the termites

Occupying the anthill.

Ants were pushed to the corners .

Along they brought a wandering ant eater

Who would hunt

And eat the ants away.

Termites were safe

They didn't need to move out for food.

They were eating

Souls,

Of the immortals.

The voices of the immortals started receding

The food for them started decreasing

The ants were dying

The termites beaming.

Now eons later

The rains are back again.

The ants now have wings

They fly and get food

For themselves and the immortals.

The termites can’t feed on the immortals anymore.

The ants now mix venom in their food

Remember, the immortals can never die.

But termites die

Eating poison-laden immortals.

The hungry ant eater

Now eats the wandering termites.

The pact between them is broken

For nothing is greater than self interest.

It started with whispers

But now their voices are loud and clear

In the same far end corner of my house

Which is still

Unkempt

Ignored

Neglected.