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
About Me
- Himanshu
- Why do I write? Maybe because I am good at it. Or maybe because I am too lazy to cultivate any other hobbies which tend to be time consuming. Maybe it's just about expressing myself, which I think I do best through the written word. Or maybe it's just to keep my mind from getting too idle, and mutating into a devil's workshop. I don't know the reasons why I write. But it's like that about some things. There are no complicated motives involved. You just do it because it makes you happy. Of course it would be great to commercialize this skill. I am no vain, romantic who indulges in art for art’s sake. I am an unadulterated capitalist at heart. So if you are a publisher please do not hesitate to contact me.
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