It cannot see the frond.
Nor can it remember the stock.
Honeybee sitting on the petals of the flowers,
Leaves an impression after flying
Leaves a suspicion in mind.
Here the flower is not meant to be blamed,
Nor the honeybee is made to be acclaimed.
Honeybee can jump.
Jump and break all the doors of bondage.
Honeybee's wings can gather tons of honey,
How wonderful it is !
A honeybee is very strange .
By its humming song,
Thousands of buds bloom everyday.....
Loved it...:)
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ReplyDeleteThis poem has layer after layer of meaning, each new layer shining through with the wisdom of a poet on the other side of tranquility. Allegorically, this sort of is a paean to life, an ode to its vicissitudes, its uncertainties, its devious yet wonderful nuances. This one could stand its ground with the work of ANY Nobel Laureate (and I have read MANY). It shows literary sensibilities at their most creative, most esthetic. Keep writing, my dear, you'll make waves someday.Hear, hear, India's Rainer Maria Rilke arrived !!!
@sahasranshu ur comments r no way less than some literary work and its worth for me... thank you so much for evaluating with such great personalities... m honored.. :D
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