Lotus Bed And Bumblebee - Poem by Manmohan Acharya
on the soft body of a lotus is always risky
as its route is always
encircled by thorns.
the soft lotus bed,
on which you are dancing, is like a trap.
You are playing
with the horns of danger.
You are moving through
the navel of creepers,
Encircled by poisonous snakes;
The lotus bed is inconsistent,
The leaves are a dish of fragility.
The root of the lotus plant is dirty
In between the dirt and lotus,
there is a bog of deep water.
thus, you are putting one foot
after the other
and flying around.
the sun will hide
within the tail-feather of darkness;
you may be locked
within the prison of lotus petals.
You are very late.
Please come out of
the belly of the lotus
as soon as possible.
on which you are sitting,
may be attacked by a cruel elephant.
to be in the stomach pot of an elephant.
O my dear bumblebee,
leave the lotus
and fly into the embrace of the large open sky.
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