Ash Of A Dead Bee Poem by Preetham Permude

Ash Of A Dead Bee

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In every day, there is a play,
Seen by night and day,
Audience watch along with the walk of sun and moon,
Path drove by the light hidden in the dark room,
The clashes emerge with the dance of a humming mind,
Seeking nectar carrying the burden of past behind,
Chasing the illusion of the scented flower,
Laughing heartily is the lord behind cover,
The hive lives with the will of bees thinking in line,
Time thrives drinking the will like a normal wine,
Alas O, bee! Smile seeing any flower,
The treasure emerges without seeking any flower

Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: seeking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 16 May 2019

A poignant piece of poetry, well conceived and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Preetham.

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Preetham Permude 16 May 2019

Thank you very much Dike.

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