No Bloom Claims Honey Is Mine

Honey Bee wanders, From flower to flower, Seeks nectar from their buds; Fluid from several blossoms, Once in tummy, Are mixed in one; Honey of sugary stuff, A sweetest viscous; No bloom claims it's from mine; Like a man strives in life, from stage to stage, In bad to good; Seeks experience, learns to live the life, It's the sweetest wisdom, makes his kismet; No deed claims destiny by mine; Like several baptise in holy water, commit to live for God, follow Love, passion, learn compassion, Live together, weaves one hive; a lesson to live in one, Live as one, a social Sweetness; Humanity is honey of human race; no man claims founded by him; © Sadashivan Nair