Queen Of Honey Bees Poem by Satish Verma
Queen Of Honey Bees
I ask the kismet,
do you know how to die? It inundated
my heart and tired eyes.
Ah, the civility begs
the ending. You have to learn
from the burning pyre. It is sanctimonious.
The day becomes very long.
The Sun fails to dip and the ocean has
all the organisms blind in deep.
Saturday, March 11, 2023
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