A Life like a dream
The
flower of love blossomed in the dawn of late winter
The
eye catching petals in you attracted the forlorn bee
I
found no gravity for flowerward,but a sugary fragrance;
I
became prey on your delicate petal for the sweet nectar
My
miniature body was stuck on the sticky nectar:
Take
me with you if you are offered on the altar
To
pray and be blessed for our unity
Unity
of souls for eternity
We,
of different births, from garden and hive
Met
together, as God has willed,
You
may be away for the change of season
Yet
I stand sure that you are perennially alive.
Hope
your petals are guarded by sepals from a sturdy breeze,
Your
soft anther uninterrupted by the brawny brute,
O,
Grace, stand firm evergreen amid the relentless drought.
I
am right here in the premises of your garden.
Your
absence from the garden fills my hive with sorrow
I
have no quiet and will not be out of the hive until tomorrow,
Yearning
for unity after a long time,
That
I would relate and emphasize this as a theme
I
have sustained incurable pain with an injured antenna
No
remedies whatsoever to fight against the numbed body
Only
the air around shares my pain and joins in my loneliness
Expose
please yourself in the air to feel my pain
I
was not in hallucination when I nestled on you
My
vision was blissfully perfect, as I saw you
All
these became dreams, nightmare and illusions too
When
your presence is not felt anywhere
Your
entity was just an ephemeral…
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