Tag: poem

  • BEES’ BUILDING

    Without sweet HUM without small bees Melody of season absent from the breeze Queen, honey worker those are where ? While walking in morning with fresh air I come across the dead bees’ building live In Middle of spring i saw empty beehive

  • In Corner of Eyes

    In corner of eyes it floats Broken trace of lost love Brought by memory boats In corner of eyes it floats Romantic pages now sad notes Sitting silently like a dull dove In corner of eyes it floats Broken trace of lost love