Fly buzzing Fly
Dawn dacoit come to me
How suck ye chosen flowers
And belle bed's belle nectar
...
By the half past of December
When the sullen mist comes
Pursuing the rage of roaring winter,
Fills the space with plump quilts
...
We'll die embracing
If the injustice throws
One of us engraved,
We'll die each other facing
...
Fly
Fly buzzing Fly
Dawn dacoit come to me
How suck ye chosen flowers
And belle bed's belle nectar
So suck out the diverged mind
Silent my frequent tossing.
Lo up the matter black
Fair place for collecting them,
Lo up the glimmering light
Better fetch some particles to be mine.
Yet you help so oft blooming buds
Thus it'd bloom in the enlighten shine.
-Anurag A Sharma