Third Prize-Poetry Contest-Victim

 

 

The bee swooped ‘n sprang, dodging ‘n ducking the fluttering butterflies,  

He pawed ‘n poked the enamored flower, vainglory glazed his greedy eyes, 

He gulped ‘n guzzled the soul of his paramour, spurned ‘n scorned her mellow cries, 

Lavender keeled over, wasted weary ‘n spent,  

embraced eagerly her imminent demise,  

 

You can read the whole poem here-https://supriyasbanter.com/1353-2/

#poem,#verses, #soultouching,#everydaypoems
Picture Credit-Unsplash

Check Also

The Extraordinary Past That Made My Mother Who She Is… 

  The Extraordinary Past That Made My Mother Who She Is…  My gaze moved to …

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.