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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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