Oh! How I saw the bees,
dances and together sings.
Joy of being at ease,
is what happiness brings.
Those wings speak of joy,
and eyes the desire to share.
Caress like a prized toy,
and exist in harmony there.
Nectar of thousand flowers,
they together bring back home.
Team struggle they term as 'ours',
thus unending miles they roam.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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