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
sumanar/lekha 
What a wonderfully sweet flight
Lovely. I think of the restorative power of honey in all my home remedies. And now I will add Tagore and Rilke and Oliver to that reality. Thank you!
Wow! Becoming honeycomb to hold Tagore’s sweetness—just wow!
Beautiful, Sumana, especially the bee dripping sweetness onto a soul and the newly grown wings.
Sumana, this is really lovely. Just beautiful.
Thank you for pouring some sweetness onto my soul.
good one
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.” 🙂
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.
Now I am going to check out Tagore poems. Could use a dose of honey.
Oh, so beautiful! Long may Tagore give you sweetness and sustenance; long may you fly!
kaykuala
dripping sweetness
unto my tattered soul
Just shows how therapeutic honey can be to the human specie
Hank
Delicious! No wonder, Tagore’s poetry continues to be loved and revered by Bengali-speakers….Beautifully composed, Sumana!
I like your flight, Sumana, though the reason for the flying was all wrong. Seems the sweetness was bitter sweet.
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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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“our words are the buzz-song
of a bee- such a fun, lovely line.