The Crooning Bee
My heart feels crestfallen
Whenever I think about that day
She looked like a bee collecting pollen
In the garden of Deity as she pray
The raven attire on the pale skin
The ample lips and the double chin
Crooning behind the queen bee
Her voice was faint yet bold as the sea
I kept admiring the charm of the damsel
But she paid no heed
she kept worshiping from the chancel
And my heart wanted me to plead
My trembling approach to her was late
As the crowd started to leave
I lost to the cruelty of my fate
But my heart wasn't ready to believe
Whenever I have that recollection
Looking at the hanky kept as souvenir
My heart blooms with infatuation
As I could feel her euphonious voice clear
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