Radiance of the blithe butterflies hurrying en passant
Sketching the patent grace of their iterate,
Amongst the flush of budding flowers and pollen
They seethe in rapture of summer syndicate.
The bees hum busily their songs of vigour
While the queen is edgy by her intimidating infants in their cocoons
Such queer ignominy of her incessant ungraceful inferior
Make nurses constantly mend their tattered shells even in the mirage of moon
Soon she will leave to rule a new scene,
Loyal workers left ahead to build a new nest for the queen.
The princess then regales the throne and kills her younger kin,
This peculiar nature of royalty could be so frightfully mean.
The kiwi awaits pollen from her he tree,
The apples turn ruby red.
A medley of colours engage humbly to be free-
The melodious ripening in the warmth of sunshine’s kindred.
Copyright©2009 Mehjabin Shahed
Mehjabin Shahed 