The chosen electric Bee, a poem
The Chosen Electric Bee
I am The electric Bee
Drilling my distinct path through the solid air
Detached from the rest
Resonating at my sole frequency
My lightening antennae
The epic shock waves, set to burn your eyes
So stay cautious, of the electrocuting queen Bee
I am like the Borak
Fly through time, past the stars
My petite chrome wings;
Slice through the clouds;
Run-over the sonic barrier;
Defeat the gravitational pull
Pierce the ozone
My Thor-like powers, by His grace
Jetting through the atmosphere
Faster and stronger
Leaving the shooting star beaten at his own game
Light rays, tracing my cloudy trail
I am my own world,
My principles, laws
My atmospheric layer, guards and protects my honour
No electromagnetic wave can now cause harm
For I am damage-proof now
It can only increase my density
Intensify my atomic energy, expand my relative mass
Vacuum, my territory
Dust bodies, my followers
Yes, I lead the never-ending expansion
Surfing through my plunder
Discovering His gifts, my blessings
Absorbing the light of supreme knowledge and wisdom
Reaching down to the deeper levels, veiled mysteries
My over-whelmed heart filled with His glow, bleeding with joy
Serenity, tranquillity, nirvana, enlightenment- all a scam!
For this holy fire, that has lit within me, left me suffering
Yearning for a glance, a key to a door
Never has there been more pleasure in suffering and yearning
It is the undeniable power
Chooses whom ever, for this delightful agony
Yes I am the chosen one.