A Bumble Bee Poem by C. P. Sharma
A Bumble Bee
A Bumble Bee
This, my body is made of clay
It sheds off a gram each day
It started its journey as a lump
On the watery surface bumped
I gave it the fabric that holds
The beauty of mind and mold
Made it up in radiant colors
Lighted with grace and valor
Nurtured it with flesh and blood
Stunning ornate gems in it I stud
I made it my favorite doll
Rolled up into pride scroll
Since it lost the link with me
It turned into a bumble bee.
Another interesting aspect of life that you share with us, dear friend. Irene
...bumble bees we are, yes, most of us lose the link with ourselves :)) and bumble around whole life intoxicated with honey...
Your poems have many moods and I am fascinated by each one of them.10, for you. Kind wishes, Sandra
since it lost the link with me it turned into a bumble bee. All noise no substance very thought provoking poem Mamta
An allegorical poem. Once we lose touch with the source, we degrade into meaner forms of life! A great write rich in meaning and in perfect rhythm!
An unquestionable unique sonnet that radiate with rhythm and rhyme. Well done my friend! 10+
Another fascinating poem....the choice of the Bumble Bee to make a point- is awesome....thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The bumble bee is the dark side/not-self having its own way. There is a science of how to restore the body to you. Call it modern yoga....the ancients only pointed the way!