Buzzing Bees Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Buzzing bees

Buzzing bees o buzzing bees
Make your sweet and fruits for me,
Suck the flowers in such a way
Noneth a petal may fall for thee.

Buzzing bees o buzzing bees
Dancing flocks who sing for me,
Hordes of men follow your terms
To run the cities flood with glee.

Buzzing bees o buzzing bees
No more flowers for theyflee,
The garden is silent with shaky petals
Barren their life and barren the cities.

Buzzing bees o buzzing bees
No home for you and me
You are singing I am singing
As God set us a jingling team.

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