A Rose, A King And A Bee Poem by Samujjwal Dey

A red rose,
Red enough to bleed,
Yet the blood never falls on the ground.
Blooming in a royal garden,
The garden no Eden;
The rose a heaven that
A humble bee found.
The king too royal,
To revere a single rose,
For thousand more are there.
The king blithely ignoring its presence;
The rose begs the peer,
To be a part, to be accepted.
The bee too grateful to the rose,
Even more than it deserves-
The rose always treated as an expandable,
Found someone willing to serve.
The rose a beauty-
Yet the thorns it bears,
Makes it a menace;
That the bee should fear.
The ignored rose,
Felling rejected, harmed the bee;
In a manner too fiendish.
The thorns, stronger than the sting.
The rose yet a living being.
The injured bee,
Not so humble anymore;
Crossed the royal garden,
To reach a castle
Where a royal king slept-
And stung the king and left.
The royal king too royal
To bear the pain,
Saw the garden filled with bees;
And flew into a rage;
To crush the garden-
The king no sage.
The rose, the bee and the king
All nothing but men.
In forms different,
But with fates the same;
Who always need someone to blame.