Bees And The Boys Poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
Bees And The Boys
IN the dark night,
bees fly,
near light,
to burn and die,
the fearless know,
the death is sure,
but have no fear,
like a love of a young man,
who fell for a rich girl,
was captured and killed,
by her comrades,
the game of life and death,
the game of fire and failure in love,
is old for bees and boys in love,
played since ages in row
and killed many of them all of us know.
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1/17/2026 1:16:51 PM # 1.0.0
Really a wonderful poem, , , I like the inner story so much! ! ! Excellent write! ! ! !