Bottles with a variety of nectar
stacked somewhere in life, all
from your floral conquests in
distant lands….
When you ever sit, thinking free
breaking your own bottled self;
ask yourself…
“Did I during my conquests fail to see
the bees that buzzed in vain because
of my existence….”
Just ask that question;
don’t answer, answers don’t matter
because only questions push life forward…..
-Vinod-

Categories: Poetry