Oh Honey! Come with me…. (the poem)
Invisible was the power
So strong
Sun shine… I can well feel,
Intangible was the day
So lovely
Spring air…. I can well smell.
Another morning..
The little bee felt the sun….
With the fresh smell allure,
It flew here and there…
with small wings fluttering
Nectar was what he looking for.
Invincible was the faith
So potent
Love warmth… I can nicely touch,
Interminable was the trust
So calm
Honey pool…. I can well vouch.
Kissing the soft petals
With good morning wishes
The bee diving for his nectars,
The flowers wait the night
For the sweet humming
That kills the emptiness hectors.
Immaterial was the hate
So helpless
Night shade…. I can really trip,
Irrelevant was the crave
So empty
Distant times…. I can truly clip.
Flowers wait for the caring
Touch of the little bee
To spread the beauty among hate,
Scared are the others for
Bees sting so arrogant
the same bee and the spirit deviate.
Flowers are many
To make the world little more
full of honey,
Little bees come
and dive in the pool of love
full of folly.
So much patience with
perseverance in such
Little creature,
Dear bee, do you know….
You are sweeter then the
blossom nectar?
When some hands pluck
The flower
Not fully bloom,
Heart aches for the
Loss of so many
deaths of dream.
Time will dry life
Never the less,
One by one …
petals will fall
Death will rise tall……
There will be immense
choices to face.
Lotsa flowers to comb,
For sweet honey tomb.
Queen to rule an empire
Sentiment arrogant
Nonetheless,
Splendour lies in the cycle
arty honeycombs…
deserve praises.
Foolish proud and
sweetness decoy,
human without akin ability,
Nature and His Love abound….
Know not harm other
For life orbits another,
Flowers bloom to praise Him….
Bees sweetens with
honey for world ever.
His love for a replica beehive,
power in nature around to thrive.
Oh Honey , my bee… come with me
To make world a hive for a new flower!
