Are we bees,
Or something else?
We are busy from morning till dead night;
We are collecting honey from flowers to flowers,
Making a wonderfull behive,
We do think we will survive-
As long as there is sun light
That's why sometimes we do fight-
With our friends and foe,
Sometimes we are confused what to do.
We have done lots of things for others,
That's why we have unlimited flatterers,
But time is too short,
I have to get ready for my permanent resort.
I don't know when exactly my soul will depart,
Leaving me alone breaking my beloved's heart.
MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN
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