Tagore

 

Your words are the buzz-song

of a bee-

dripping sweetness unto

my tattered soul-

I have morphed into

a thousand honeycomb

holding your nectar-

this world isn’t all honey-

when it stings I sing your forever song

to be lifted up, to fly

with my newly grown wings-

 

Posted for my prompt Honey / Bee @ Poets United Midweek Motif

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16 thoughts on “Tagore

  1. This is incredibly evocative, Sumana! ❤️ Especially like; “I have morphed into a thousand honeycomb
    holding your nectar- this world isn’t all honey- when it stings I sing your forever song.” 🙂

  2. I think we all need an escape mechanism like this to unwind from the horror of our surrent Earth. It would probably help if we read Tagore’s work ourselves but thank you giving us a glimpse today.

    • Oh yes, thank you for the flight. We need to be thinking bees and of their demise. Fortunately some found our orange tree, it is having lots of fruit this year.
      ..

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