The Queen Poem by Shouvik Roy

The city is crowded,
Filled with giant ants
Walking everyday on the streets
Saying hello
To every other ant they meet
And pass by,

But I

On a sunny day
Would see a girl,
Must be the queen,
No hello
To anyone she meets,
She's shy,

But I

Would wear a smile
Smell her scent
With the swaying feelers of mine,
She wears it too
In the reds and would shine
Smiling shy,

And I

Would bring her to my hill,
While brothers are gone
And Maa's weighing away,
We gaze at the starry sky
And till morn she would stay,
But why

A Goodbye

Would rustle in the drowsy wind
That blows our tale away,
the stars are gone
As she shied away
From my hill and the soiled hay