by lviswa


Think Bee enters the brain

covered with bad light

sans boughs  or orchards

some tender green moss

deep recesses tangles knotted

Bee stumbles on dapples

struggles to come out

scared but tries to hop on wires

too sad not to find flowers

cursing itself missing honey

weeping, jerks a wire while

it seems to induce a spark into

the Bee starts singing ‘what a lovely Bard I’m

honey starts pouring into my mouth

to feed the multitudes all alike Ha, Ha

volumes of anthems of Anthology !!!



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