To savour the nectar came the butterflies and bees,
with no shame, as if it was a game.
Savouring, they are, from that one jasmine which caught my heart.
It's fragrance a whisper, a work...of delicate art.
Butterflies with the wings of charm, bees with whispers sweet;
played a role of innocence, yet their motives indiscreet.
The butterflies and bees, the villains in disguise,
took advantage of it's sweetness,
while I, the witness, surmise.
Oh! how they danced and frolicked, their intension veiled in glee:
The jasmine gave its essence, not knowing of their decree.
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Author:
Tania (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2023 06:50
- Comment from author about the poem: In this poem, the villain's are the people who take advantage of someone and I, the witness, am unable to do anything about it.
- Category: Reflection
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I have read the poem. It is very interesting and is a good composition for your age.
Best wishes. Soman Ragavan. Website : www.somanragavan.org 18 August, 2023. //
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aw thank you for correcting me! will edit it now :)!
Relateable. Excellent writing on a serious subject.
thank u so much!
Please see the poem “The Indian soldiers” by “Nature” and my comments.
Soman Ragavan. 3 September, 2023 //
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