The third blog of the series of my previous two blogs:
When I was "deleted", (read my blog ‘deleted’) that was a real catastrophe for me and I felt my nerves shattered making my life more and more callous. Then the “Agony’ came in to creation, (my last blog). The Agony was responded and I received HONEYBEE LOVE, (I didn’t write this, this was her response to my Agony). I welcome all the criticisms either from her or from you guys:
Honeybee Love
With his restless eyes...
And as per the same morning habit...
the honeybee used to roam the fields seeking light
Light and nectar are so fresh on the lips of the flowers
For meeting too many colourful flowers he used to shove
no one knows whether he was sucking or giving love
Every flower he met, he used to praise
never he could lower his gaze
eye in eye
lip on lip
flower in his arms
Who could stop
Again meeting a new flower
telling how much she has of beauty power
O my dear flower,,,how you adorn the field by your presence
no one but me can well value your beauty in its essence
the flower swings with his praising song
she imagines that she is his the lone beloved one
the red love floats on her petals as a pulsed gong
he sucks using all his poems one by one
meeting her with a tear,,,leaving her with a tear
to meet a new flower with tear and cheer
Again with a new song
O my dear flower, you are so special one
In my heart you are number one
again, the flower swings with his praising song
she imagines that she is his the lone beloved one
the red love floats on her petals as a pulsed gong
he sucks using all his poems one by one
meeting her with a tear,,,leaving her with a tear
to meet a new flower with tear and cheer
leaving the whole field after drawing the tearful poems on the petals
while the nectar of the flowers' innocent love ignites inside him
the simmering makes the honey bee fails to laugh but to cry
the igniting love inside produces honey not to die...........
We (the readers) are here collecting the honey drops,,, however, pity those innocent flowers!
Comments
I don't know whether your honeybee is happy or sad but my honeybee is very happy with flowers.
Nice poem, the descriptions are beautiful, perhaps if the honeybee wore the clothes of a butterfly he could meet a flower with cheer.
Now, you left me something to think about. Why the smile? Hihihi... I hope you'll quench my desire to know it as soon as possible.
Sewar, thanks for 'Loving it'!
You expressed yourself very truly Anele, every reader of a poem has right to make own interpretation. Those who are able to get the gist/bottom line are able to give different interpretation of a same verse.
I wish you can see the smile on my face in response to your (just curiousness)!
This allegory draws a lot of different stories to tell that I can't help but store a lot of questions in my mind. I always tell Dim that I am not good in poems so I have no confidence in interpreting them.
I know that behind these lovely words is a beautiful explanation of life's reality. I am afraid to see my own interpretation of it, hihihi but a friend of mine told me that the beauty of the poem was that it has varied explanations depending on the readers' perception.
I wish I were, I wish I might have this talent to interpret your work. By the way, I'd like to know who those innocent flowers are... (Just curious)
Nice post. I like it. You are awesome!:)
It's full of warm feelings and nice images. It's worthy of all praise.