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The Honey Bee
Akshat Bhatnagar
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Zipping past the lilac Eden, like Olympian flashes
Pollen paws pouncing off petals, gulping, slurping it dashes
Its home, oh waxen beauty, paradise chirping in delight new-born
Fields of tulips, the lilies, the plush red roses with icy thorns
The nectar sweet, refuge in ice, thus heavy lies the golden crown
The boundless wonders of the fiery cavern, blooms her heart with achen joy
The beauty of duty, majestic like the olden maiden of troy
The tireless servant, lost in purpose, notice not the reddish rage
That burns her hair and shrivels her wings and sends her into the hero’s age
Alike the angel, who once was favoured she falls, boundless, uncared
Her purpose lost, fading memories that landed her in Neptune’s arms
That splendid eternity of salt and foam that bathed her with astounding charms
His eternal gift, coursed her wings and charged the queen’s fatal dagger
Refound was she, in glorious purpose, never again to stagger.
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