Pearl And The Sting Poem by Anurag Talukdar

Crawling on its belly, dragging its long tail,
The white cloud touches the zenith of the hill.
Panting it rests awhile, letting the hill caress her,
A siesta slowly cuddles her into a world of oblivion.

Gazing from behind the eucalyptus tree, the butterfly and bee,
Mesmerized by the sight of million suspended pearls,
They both leap into the air, expanding their wings,
Stroking high and low, low and high,
Leaving behind their pungent past, they renounce their olfactory pride.

The white cloud, heavy after the siesta,
Hungry after the walk of thousand miles,
Devours on the green canopies of the hill,
Pines, eucalyptus, grass and tendrils.

Lost in the mist of love, butterfly and bee,
Holding on to an elusive hackneyed dream, like greed knowing no limit.
The butterfly stretching its wings, embraces hundred suspended dreams,
Dreams of pearls that shines, Dreams of pearls that conspires.

Helpless the bee, glares as the butterfly builds on his hoard.
Jealous the bee charges, towards his nemesis.

The white cloud satiated, walks on,
The canopy slowly turns green.
No traces of pearls to be found,
But only two corpses and a broken sting.