The Bee's Bed Poem by Subrata Ray

The Bee's Bed



You may leave your place,
You may reject the bond,
And go off way abreast,
But for me you prick and shriek,
In anxious unrest.

My me's seed, in you germinate,
And ousting the parasites grow,
You may while away, -to and fro,
But without feeling, without healing,
Haggard and uncared you go!

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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