It’s in a country without summer,
That I perhaps learn to be gentle.
With things like insects and bees.
It’s not with annoyance or fear,
that I wave you away.
Little winged one. I do it to send.
You, away in the direction of the
your very last flower.
nehamaami 
Lovely
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Neha,
That is beautiful, specially the opening and the last line.
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nice thought!
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@menaka – Thanks! You’d know the feeling I think.. somehow!
@Banno – Thank you, it’s weird how I can’t seem to write poems or anything else without some sort of visual stimulus to start with…
@buddy 🙂
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Beautifully captured.
Wish we humans show similar empathy to fellow humans!
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Neat. It does take some skill to write something light and yet meaningful.
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short & sweet…
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Very, very Zen-ish. Loved it.
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Loved, loved this!
I just saw this: http://www.queenofthesun.com/ so there’s been a buzzing in my brain lately.
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Very nice. But do you need a ‘the’ at the end of your penultimate sentence? Also, why make it ‘last flower’? Why not make it the bee’s ‘very best flower’? I know, it’s your poem and not mine………………
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I have been checking out your blog from time to time since about a year and a half…didn’t know you wrote such beautiful poetry.
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nice, baby. Very, very nice.
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