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.
the most sweet and short poem which i ever read........it is simply sooooo good........u have injected the happening truth in love and also comparing it with bees sounds so good.....keep it up go a head.......saying some big message in a shortest manner is very difficult and u possess such talent, grow and it and publish more poems in this genre.....i will read it for sure when i come across those ones.......thank you for sharing this piece with me......i felt so happy after reading this and read again and again....over and over with best regards G.Shyam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a wonderful poem, , , I like the inner story so much! ! ! Excellent write! ! ! !