If the bees had to proclaim their natural deeds,
If the honeycombs were up to compete-
In a race of milking honey,
If the queens had to display their stings to the world
In hope for a lavish throne and a bee kingdom;
If they had to intrude other territories-
To breed and bleed for a fake dignity,
Their royalty and unity would have disappeared long ago.
If they wanted to retire and sleep,
Or stood in an endless queue to seek pension,
If they had wasted precious nectar on weddings,
If they had counted the days of a week
The earth, would have been frustrated enough to end her circles
Mourning and disappointments would eat the days.
If the baby bees had cried all the time,
If the grown ups had sighed at every step-
If they had waited till Christmas for their greatest gift
Maybe they could outlive mankind then.
We live everyday to die naturally;
Sometimes self killing puts the process to rest,
Even the greed and crime come along
To humiliate our souls even more.
We threat, we lie, we fight and we die
The unseen claws love to destroy others.
Instead of milking our own honey
We burn down our own nests,
We are the vermin living off the earth:
The universe cannot hear our voices-
Yet we are here to make a chaos,
Races, religions and cultures
Make us the wildest beasts running around.
© 2020 Sannyasi Raja