Ash Of A Dead Bee Poem by Preetham Permude

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