The Rose , swollen.
With its pollen.
With skill and in silence.
The bee has it stolen.
All the bee wanted was some nectar.
But is unaware of the sin it committed.
But O great Creator , you're the almighty protector.
And for his children he always has something knitted
For someone who has lost the fragrance of life,
You prove to be a source of light.
For someone who wishes to die,
You give him a chance to multiply.
Bee has to chase the flowers , it's nature
A comet is nature , A sonnet is nature
But a bee in your bonnet,
Makes this nature monotonic.
O great Supreme being , you are a clever watchman.
You know the bee will suck the nectar,
The cycle has just began.
Unwillingly you put some grains next to his feet,
This is nature no one here can cheat
And the bee helps the flower to reproduce,
And this way a new life is introduced.
But the bee is still unaware of this charity,
Oh Brahma the singularity.
You're the one who designed it this way,
You're the one who never led us astray,
There's always a predator and a prey,
But this balance in mother nature is so gay.
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