Sitting near bamboo
fencing of a village house
I am looking where
bees are moving around.
The fencing is covered
with small creeper plants,
With flowers blooming
in this spring season.
From where do these
bees come? I think,
I do not find bee hive
nearby or in vicinity.
How long do these bees
collect honey? I think,
All the time I see
bees are hovering near flowers
And collect honey for a few moments, and fly away,
Sometimes, they sit on
flowers and immediately
They fly away and this
tells that honey from
Those flowers, has
already been collected, I think.
Are these bees are
like those are living within us?
Are these bees symmetry
of our thinking? And
Are these bees
composing hives of collective dream?
We are on the
forefront of our living panorama here.
interesting poem on bees.
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lovely wonders.
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ReplyDeletelifting yourself to a world of fantasy.
lovely wonders.
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