The Lotus Without Bee. Poem by Subrata Ray

They say, she,
Is a lotus without bee,
And she reigns alone,
Amidst Padma –dighi.

Haunted bees dare not,
The Doran casts melancholy shy,
The glimmering distance, she keeps,
Vain is all try.

Her fays assumes,
Supposes and proposes ,
And many a gallant there die,
In her lake, she only awakes,
And no bees there dare to fly.

Her youth’s fountain,
Mounts mountains,
And the Everest in jealousy cries,
She keeps her glory, as age-long story,
Though the generations pass by.