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The Pitcher Plant - A Poem

Rinita is a creative writer, with focus on poetry. She delves into several forms including Haiku/Senryu, Sonnets, Free Verse, and Prose.


This poem is about realizing that when someone does something that doesn't seem right to you at the first glance, when you dig deeper you may often find that there was a purpose behind that action, and that realization is all that it takes to have a heart to forgive them.

It is a story about a pair of bumble bees who love and live a happy life, until one day one of them is eaten by a pitcher plant. The bereaved bee mourns his companion's death, but realizes in the end that it was only natural for the pitcher plant to hunt for its food, and that enables him to die a peaceful death by forgiving the so called murderer plant.

The Poem


They flew side by side

In a stream of sanctity

Love bloomed on their wings

That could last an eternity

Through the woods they sang

Merry tunes of jolly days

Upon flowers they perched

Their wings in colorful ways

From brown trunks to green leaves

They swayed with shining glee

Among friends and no foes

They vowed to raise a family


He broke away in search of sweet

Honey for his little dear ones

While she surfed in the lights

To reach the flock of flora that stuns

The beautiful pitcher opened its arms

And invited the luckless bee within

Down she went rapid and weak

Her screams drowned with her skin

He sensed a misgiving, and flew

Toward the satisfied, ruthless pitcher

He sat and wept till the curtains drew

The moon shone on the plant richer


The young ones grew free and fresh

With sweet nectar spreading joy

The old bee still pined in the forest

Building a shrine of the pitcher convoy

Until under one bright full moon

His strength seemed to give away

Young bees gathered, and asked “Dear,

What made you prolong your stay?”

He shot a weak glance at the pitcher

And explained in a wise, somber tone,

“Just as we rob the nectar from the flower,

We are their food, so leave them alone.”

© 2012 Rinita Sen

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