A rare fragrance in the garden
and a passer-by wasp in the vicinity
never trustworthy,
heard the poor virgin flower's whispering anthem.
The cruel honey eater never miss a chance.
With his coaxing manner
approached her.
She cannot cry or shout as she was mesmerized
and prostrated helplessly.
The following morning
a kind bee found her soft petals were scattered
all over the ground.
Dedication to all the victims who were suffered in concentration camps.
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Dear Nimal, this is without a doubt, your finest work to date.What a tribute for all those who have suffered much.You have placed a beautiful flower in their garden. What a well written poem and such fantastic words of tribute at the end.Love Duncan This is worth more than just a vote, this is why we vote.
What a tragic, allegorical poem. Rather like a fairy tale, but with no happily ever after. At least for the poor flower. I hope that bee suffered severely for his lack of pity. No doubt he did since there is still a God in Heaven who knows how to dispense both perfect justice and perfect mercy. Very original poem, Nimal. Regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one reminds me of Blake's Songs of Innocence - your imaginative allegory is both simple and gripping. It seems as though fate is an unstoppable force that tramples on those who are powerless to stop the onslaught. A fine poem Nimal and a beautiful dedication. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥