Sometime I feel I am the Candle off your Honeycomb...(answer to kip's honeybee)...
Sometimes I feel I am the candle* off your honeycomb,Of wax, you lovingly made, the essence of your home,
The wax that came pouring out of your belly, dear bee,
With which you built so arduously, the vessels of honey,
That sweet honey you poured into every pore of me!
Secure was I under your care, your sweetest melody
Came as music to my ears, your soft hum next to me!
They 'smoked' you out & emptied me off all sweet honey,
Melted and structured me to the slender stick, that's me!
Now I burn and melt alone, with you nowhere near me,
Moth a thousand circle around, while I yearn for thee!
Their buzz creates around my ears such a cacophony,
Jarring to the gentle heart and soul you gave to me!
I melt & melt, and light the world-that is my destiny!
I melt & melt, and get consumed in anguished agony,
The lusty eyes of moths around, spell my doom to me...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India,
Copyright: Zoya Zaidi
*Now Kip, may be you would be the moth...?
Or if for that matter, any one who wants to take it up from here?
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 13:13
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