#1364-Bounty
25/04/2021
A flower beckons.
Sunny and inviting.
Bee lands,
Starts feasting,
Unabashed of being.
Dammed memories flood.
Naïve days,
Slowly tainted,
By a watching, judging,
Criticizing world.
Scared folks.
With loud, empty words.
Trying in vain
To run away,
From inherited fears.
Unlike nature,
Where bees feast,
Then unlike fears,
Fly away, unseen.
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