Stinging like a bee, the truth a harsh reality
You may avoid this calamity, but the facts are there you’re a catastrophe.
I bet u know it.
Life it stings like a bee, no sensitivity.
Anger so wild.
Not a wear of smile.
You will get criticized,
No, not a bundle of lies,
Not a moment in disguise
The truth is to be realized.
Paralyzed not able to rememorize
A ball of mash is what you now are.
As soft as a baby’s, bottom,
You wear a frown for you are now the class clown
Life it stings like a bee
Till eventually you see
An excellent moment to flee
Flee like a bee, sing like a bumblebee
A buzzing bee
To sting thee.
Now you’re feeling like a tall tree
Now you see that’s what rapture can be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem, kp up the gr8 work