Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Bee's Bed - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
You may leave your place,
You may reject the bond,
And go off way abreast,
But for me you prick and shriek,
In anxious unrest.
My me's seed, in you germinate,
And ousting the parasites grow,
You may while away, -to and fro,
But without feeling, without healing,
Haggard and uncared you go!
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