Honey Hive
The account of the main event day remains to be written. I will write it as soon as possible. Till then here is one more poem i wrote... I yearned for privacy When we were five Cluttered in a small room Like a busy bee hive We ate, we slept We laughed, we cried Together we enjoyed Life’s roller coaster ride I wished for some space For myself to reconcile Some time to sit alone And train my mind, docile Five reduced to four And four changed to three Chasing our goals in life We set ourselves free Now I have my space I have the time I need But, I don’t know how to spend it I drop a tear bead We still talk often Share each day’s account Yet I am lonely and My insecurities mount Now I know the power Of a cluttered honey hive To make sweet honey Together they strive