The Two Honey Bees I Dream Of Poem by Kakoli Choudhury

The two honey bees I dream of
Droning, buzzing, zooming,
Mumbling about the night's darkness.
I see them whizzing fast,
But not to perch on a lively petal
And through its little trunk
Drink some nectar in a spree,
That a magnificently bloomed daisy
In the bosom bears for the bees.
I don't dream of an Eden,
Or the garden of the Spring,
Neither the flowers dancing in the breeze
Nor the butterflies accompanying the bees.
Instead the two bees whishing, I hear them
Around a fleshy CFL bulb,
In a firm four walled room,
Flying along a few insects,
All seduced by the bright luminescence
Playing the game of death.
The bees bumbles round,
Allured by the glimmer and glow,
And before knowing there was no honey,
No sun or the pampered flowers,
It succumbs to the scorching heat.
Like we the humans do,
Our own death we beckon,
Soaking our fates into sins
Whipping and scathing Mother Nature
Or chiselling our own blood
Coaxed by the flick of sham,
Without realising the looming end,
Living in a day's pleasure.
And the two honey bees in my dreams
Drones, buzzes, zooms,
Mumbles about the dark night.
I don't see an Eden,
Or the garden of the Spring,
Neither the flowers dancing in the breeze,
Nor the butterflies fluttering their wings...! ! !