Poem Paradise
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Honeybee
Sitting alone to sit with someone
In a mob to be with someone
Me listening the silence which no one could be
Speaking being mute, impossible which seems
That's what now a days happens with me
My life puzzled like a hive of honeybee.
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