Monday, 7 November 2016

The Rose and The Bumble Bee

As I was wondering about the bloom
As untimely as in Autumn 
The rows of pink roses sway
In the morning breeze
As if beckoning somebody

The movement and the faint scent
Did the required trick
As a bumble bee approached
Heavy looking and defying the law
Of physics about flying

Jumping from one rose to another
Pollinating as a natural task
And sucking nectar as fees
The natural business of give and take
The shackles which is difficult to break

As these thoughts runs in my mind
I took the photograph
With the ready camera on the phone
Whose uses are put to use beyond
Taking selfie as the age progresses.