The Lost Bee Poem by V P Mahur

A bee small and quick
While wandering with its group
Thought to search for some new
It flew here and there
But soon lost the track
Looked back
But found itself alone
It did not lose courage
And flew and flew
And reached above a city
Everything appeared too busy
Thinking of flowers
It tried at places
But only found smoke
And dust
Disturbed it tried to go back
But lost in the tangled streets
It repented but of no use
The track was lost
Like so many persons
Lost in the crowd of city
Who come with the dreams
But flow in the streams
Of unreasonable search