Queen Poem by sekharan pookkat

Rani, we call her Virgin Queen
lives in a wax shell
lays unfertilized eggs
And give birth to new generation.

She mate with multiple drone
on more than one mating flight.
Nurse bees and workers
clean the live and take care of her

Waggle dance or round dance
distinguishes the distance
between pollen grains, honey
And return to their wax shell safely.

Modern Queens dances round and round
Attacks Drones on their natural flight
to destroy what they inherited for years
An mourn like morons about the lost treasure.

A poisoned porcelain pot
can be washed and cleaned
but poisoned mind kept forever
uncleaned unrevised and unrescued.

Drops of poison lasts in blood
And lost their soul in revenge
Ashes fumes in anger
And wisdom lost in furious thoughts! .

Love released mind
Is the desert storm
Carrying sand and dust
Instead of beauty and tenderness