A garden at a close
quarter
It sends us into a
deep torpor
Come hither to feel
so light
And float, when an
aroma bites
Flit from flower to
flower
Buzzing in quest
for nector
Why do you flap
wings?
To sense the flower
in full swing
Violets and yellow
shimmer in thy eyes
Bend to welcome
thee and no surprise
Waggle dance drives
us into a trance
That we don’t want
to miss any chance
No wonder, we see
you change often
All flowers nev’r
wither, when they ‘re untrodden.
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