Topmost

Vishnupriya 

I saw  the crazy ant lift and pack

the humongous peanut on its back.

It could carry twenty times its slim weight

without a complaint for the loaded freight.

But this was way heavier than it thought

had a long battle to win having  fought.

It wasn’t the climbing so much

But holding on for a firm clutch.

Slipping, dropping, picking wasn’t fun

But once in the race you gotta run.

Till you climb the hilltop and plant your flag

While others at the bottom watch and lag.

The air’s thin at the top

Alone you see the drop.

Proud, happy whatever

None to share your fever.

That’s the reward or price

you’ve cast the fateful dice.

All you do is breathe thin

Far from the madding din.

Your are too high n’ further gone

Only there as destiny’s pawn

That we’ll  drool and  look up to

Also greet with rave rant boo.

You’ve got to stand firm

And complete your term.

Keep away from the brainfog

You’re no more the underdog.

It’s always lonely at the top, no space

For the lesser to befriend, win your race.