Come Back To Me My Little Bee
My child's giggle along with elusive language,
And subtle gestures were hard enough to judge,
Nevertheless, without uttering a single word,
He transported me into a joyful fantasy world,
Where I'd forgotten all my sorrows that are deep,
My child was a treasure; I've memories to keep,
As he grew up, he flew away to get his life's best,
Just like, grown up birds never rest in their nest,
Time is so brutal that it made my child forget me,
Left alone, I crave for the voice of my sweet little bee,
Life might have fetched him many special persons,
But, It is I who love him perpetually with no reasons..
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