Flowers and Bees

Flower and Bees The huge white boy Indian type Staggered to me to tell arrogantly that He has built his home three storied brick by brick And as its owner he is proud of whereas till date i have none I would salute him had I knew not One day it would develop cracks and fade And then crumble down and break Say, within hundred years in the air it will vanish away Then comes a little flower of spring And tells me as none tells me before Look, how I have bloomed And bees are going mad around seeing my beauty Whereas around you i don’t see even a butterfly I wished I could congratulate her but I can’t As i know autumn is not too far way So soon her petals will fall with pattering sound And the bees will move away with a slightest hint of a storm I am a fool if I think they know not all these But consciously they made themselves What they are as they know they are worthless And ignorantly know not What I am making here on this page words by words That could surpass the worth a kingdom and At a time equal to blooming of thousand flowers And its smell and beauty is not confined only to few yards But could spread and reach each corner of lands worldwide And could last few centuries Or could last till the civilization ends.