Busy bees, honey please,
fuzzy golden brown seas,
displeased feverish breeze.
I've tried so hard to keep
the bees off the three sheep,
but these bees seem to wheeze
on by the trees and tease.
Gee whiz! Don't they know where
there hive is where they share?
Don't they care birds in air?
Bees full of nectars joy
chasing past a young boy
not the slightest bit coy.
Around the sweet fillies
a garland of lilies;
Millie, Billie, Gillies,
and Willies all whinnies.
Indeed, offspring hinnies;
took heed of the queen bee's
swarm stings, fast run to flee.
I'm runnin , pumpin free
on the edge of the quay.
2-9-2018
Categories:
hinnies, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Tell the old lady wait,
Tell the boy, tell the b*itch,
O forest’s trees O breeze dear!
Moving by the far, secretly and fair
Along the rocky mount, over the valleys and grove,
Is still-slept sun, the fog’s low:
I too will come, I too will come
And hurriedly join
The stumbling lambs, the buck’s son,
The following foals and their fun.
The brawny hinnies and the hairy mares
I’ll herd and for years watch.
For, my soul’s seeking her abode anew
Like the Marvel’s sky-fallen dew.
And for peace goes there with you,
Purity’s there, beauty there, God’s with you.
the poem is addressed to the nomades moving by
the forestside--in May when they migrate
the poem is the title poem of my debut and only poetry collection
published recently by Alhayat Printographers Srinagar.
Categories:
hinnies, romantic, spiritual,
Form: Free verse