The Mad Bee Poem by Rajnish Rajan

Why did I, mad bee, hover so,
On those lips, in a rose-lit glow.
She scented all, her beauty spread,
By petalled words, my soul she led.

Lost I was, a bee gone wild,
Loved her blindly, like a child.
What did she see? What did she gain?
Spreading scent, she brought me pain.

My songs or beauty, did she know?
Or did my smiles, her feelings show?
She spread the scent, far and wide,
But I lost 'me', with nowhere to hide.

She scented, the garden bloomed,
In her honey, the bee was doomed.
Through the lanes, garden I came,
But never could I, know her name.

Was it shyness, or her modest way?
That led this crazy bee astray.
Linking her heart, to my own soul,
She threw me aside from her soul.

If I spoke the tongue of art,
She spoke of love, right from the heart.
But filling my mind with love so deep,
She sowed the hate, I now must reap.

A mad soul, with anklets bright,
She danced with petals, in the light.
If she had shame, or a modest eye,
Why did she lead me, with a lie?

Body so fair, soul like a dream,
A lightning bolt, the garden's gleam.
She spread light, both day and night,
Why did she strike me, with her might?

My heart and everything she stole,
Me as a lover, played the crazy role.
She who was once this bee's Laila,
Now dancing as another's Laila.

If her desires, were thirsty and dry,
She could have told me, with a sigh.
To leave in silence—was that right?
She fooled the bee, then took to flight.