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About Bees And Birds


Intrigued by the constant hum of the bees
Gathering honey
And the chirping of the singing birds
I left my room and stepped outside;
I found the air had a different smell and feel.
Actually, 
I wanted to know about love,
What it promises beyond its spelling and sound.
I wanted to explore its essence,
What it means beyond the reach of my heart.
Persons like me who have never experienced love
Neither speak about love 
Nor can they express or spread love,
Their hands are already full
Untangling the strands of being alone binding them.
Perched on a branch of a pomegranate tree
There is the mynah that had once peeped in
Wanting to educate me about love.
Then I had only heard that there is love
A sublime noble feeling
Permanently ensconced in the hearts and minds of living beings.
I was not so sure about this 
Therefore, I had shooed off the bird.
Now,
I stand before the same bird
Asking to know about love that transcends all barriers.
The mynah has asked me to taste the honey the bees collect 
And also
Transcribe the songs the singing birds sing.
That love is the rhythm subsequently felt, it said. 

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Date: 4/21/2019 2:43:00 AM
"The mynah has asked me to taste the honey the bees collect And also Transcribe the songs the singing birds sing. That love is the rhythm subsequently felt, it said. " lovely ending to a fantastic write.
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