Ble ble bleeee...ble ble bleeeee
this is the song from a honey bee
day and night I fly high
in search of honey, I go seperated from my hive
Ohh God! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! .....it takes so much time
just to add a single dropp of mine
all the flowers smiles at me
shouting they say...hey! ! ! bee sit on me
When my wings start brushing their petals
lovely they feel as if got tickled
with love and care they share pint of honey
which is pure and sweet, than the one you get for money
Filling me with honey.. as much I can
happy I fly....like a swan
returning to my hive I just stand
from a distance I shout at my friends
Hey! ! ! ! ! guys, see what I have got
my tummy is full like a honey filled pot
with heart full of joy I closed my eyes
its my first honey hunt.. for the hive
Suddenly friend of mine shouted....hey! ! ! watch your back
I turn around to check who is there
a kid walked towards me looking straight in my eyes
shocked then I remember, was still standing on the road
When the boots of the kid came above my head
frightened and freezed I couldn't fly
nature's noise and my friend's voice...seemed to be paused
in a fraction of second I was crushed on the spot
With pain and tears I opened my eyes
the honey I hunted, seen scattered on my sides
holding my last breadth I looked at my front
there was the last picture my eyes felt
Turning back...the kid again, looked straight in my eyes
his sorry and smile said, its the end of my life
when I asked myself....why this happened to me
his second smile said.......... he was created for me
The promise I gave for the flowers over there
that tomorrow I will be there, to share my love and care
going to be a unsolved mystery for ever
The one reading my lines for now....can I ask you a last favour? ? ..
......would you please move my body from the road? ?
though Iam a soul for now....I can't bear seeing another one
crushing me again....because Iam already a dead poor little one................
.................................for all the bee's killed n our day 2 day life
honey hunting...promises made...and clueless ending...that's life...nice message you give here through your well composed narrative lines, Sebastine...10
this is a very lovely poem. keep it up. thank you. Love, Kat sorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a pure heart. I loved it, quite humurous. yet serious. how we as men destroy nature... thank you