It's Ominous Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

It's beautiful season,
The sky is clean,
The air is fresh and genuine,
The soil is true and fine,
Nature is in full swing,
Still an invisible bee always stings us,
For which we feel pain and plight,
It's strange,
It's also ominous for the men,
It means the heinous devil has
Surely concealed itself in the
Pleasant and friendly atmosphere,
From where it constantly torments us,
But we can never see it.