Bee

By Bijit Chakraborty

The beautiful forest,

the beautiful trees,

astounded by its majestic feat.

Don't detract the engineers cradle,

for it is the heart of sac,

so beautiful as it wagle,

craftsmanship of natural figlet.

The pollination is determinant,

the germination is coherent,

the flowers bloom,

the crops grazing,

full belly that we get,

of this mighty charity,

within its grasp.

The beautiful wings,

flies like saucers queen,

painful sting of holy grail,

Poison placebo to gain.

Tiny it may seem,

extensive in chores.

By Bijit Chakraborty