Fickle Love

Beautifying the world with her bloom
Proud like a queen this glorious flower
Behind her petals resides her gloom
As she awaits the love of her lover

Her bee will cuddle with her when he can
Till then she must wait withering in pain
Nothing more cherished than the love of her man
Not the most golden sunshine, nor the sweetest rain

The love she pines not hers to claim
Her king remains to his queen a slave
She begs and pleads, all in vain
He must return to the hive he craves

Her love requited yet incomplete
She breaks her holy love's decree
With remorse her jilted heart replete
She makes love to another bee

- Himanshu

King Bruce and The Spider - A Spoof

The spider jumped and tried to cling
On a precipice out of its reach
A lesson to Bruce it had to teach
No vigour, nor will, did any closer bring
The cliff that eluded the spider's fling
But it tried harder for it had to preach
Till the bruises drew blood like a leech
And it lay in death for its pursuing
Oh poor little one! If you'd only quit
And settled on a goal you could've achieved
No grandeur in gallantry without wit
I and the world sit here bereaved
Trying till you succeed sounds all nice
But knowing when to stop... is as highly prized