Where did the bees vanish yester night
when I was lost in drizzle of moonlight
without any hint about their sudden flight
putting me into this awkward silence
that has been simmering in me since midnight?
Look how my petals droop, fade and fall
my eyes in a big, wild blank lazily roll
inviting the wind to write
an elegy on these graying leaves
drawing drops of ink from depth of my soul!
The pink grass flowers blare out news
about these bees from their funnels
that flash in all corners of the garden
by agents of birds in all the channels!
But who will give me meaning this morning
under the light of the new Sun?
In the absence of my soul's companion
who will bring me some real fun?
Let me burn in this fever of quiet longing
till the bees from the unknown haunt return,
touch me not dear lovers of flowers
in my present plight of painful sojourn.
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