Saturday, January 9, 2010

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEE

Beauty, was as if caged in it,
its grace and fragrance like the towered
pride of the garden.
Sick Rose,
Fell in love with the bee!
How cruel can love be lets see.

The beauty awaited long for its return,
the bee, being late as too much absorbed in its fun.

Whole night the bee would wait in the hope,
just for an instant the bee would appear to go.

That moment of oneness was enough,
as the beauty lived only for that alone.

Then one day when Eros was being kind,
the bee realized how unkind it had been;
too lost in the fake world of others,
lost completely in the charming world of hemlock drinkers...
What it had done!

Ah! The beauty that waited long for its return,
no more waited now,
not because the beauty changed its love,
but the nature had been unkind again all and above.

And this time the beauty was dead,
The bee was late and the beauty was dead.

23 comments:

  1. oh wow!!unbelivble,i thought m readng Keats:) realy its lovly..enchantng..beautiful!! "THe moment of oneness was enough...n "the bee was late and the beauty was dead" these r unforgatable.touched my heart:)Big hug on creatng such a great work!!!

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  2. Ah!poor beauty:( shows d softness o ur marshwalo heart!!i knew such touchng verses wld surly hav cm outa ur pen.

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  3. Really gr8 yar just beautiful nd the bee was late nd the beauti was dead part was really awsome....I was so lost in the poem dat i felt i m de bee....

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  4. Now this poem I can relate to!

    Actually, it makes me think of our political situation. We are like the bee, and the world is like the rose. We fritter around, doing nothing of consequence. Then, one day, we realize that we need to return to the srtuggle for peace and justice. But we are too late: By then, the world has been killed off, by war and injustice.

    The English of the poem is still awkward in places, but the thought, this time, is very clear. Thank you, Amna! :)

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  5. Nice anthropomorphism.Like contemporary Aesop's Fables.
    Moral is conjectural to the reader...
    Sublime poem.
    Maybe a little too sublime for me.
    Beautiful sweet picture.
    You do not ever stop creating.
    Good luck!

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  6. superb poem! the way you have put a sorrowful ending to a hopeful love is very touching and again the simplicity of your words is great.whispers of your heart are echoing through my ears right now.

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  7. how do u say wah wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ajhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in english ????????????/

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  8. Amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing!!

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  9. hey help me wid this 1...cuz m kinda confuzd n all should v call 'er as amna keats or john as john shah ... seriously....dat wuz some pretty cool stuff man

    That moment of oneness was enough,
    as the beauty lived only for that alone


    fitttttt haiiiiii yarrrrrrrrr


    plus i hav a few things on my mind

    da bee wuz a beast in not realizing da love untill after itz gone for eva...n datz a lesson fo us...2 not let go ov our love...

    cuz da after pain...well datz just too much 2 handle in cases of true love

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  10. salam.again!!..........the puritry of ur words touch ma heart. fell in love...............lets see!WOW these words ma soul n heart.,.superb n keep it up n up n up.thanx 4 giving me somthing realy good n nice to read.ur poem realy REFRESH me.ALLAH BLESS U.live HAPPY N LONG LIFE. BEST OF LUCK MAM

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  11. WOW i read it again.its realy fantastics n BEAUTIFULY expresed its precious words mam

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  12. kashif sometimes how tightly u try to hold it slips away as the beauty wants to slip away from bee
    nice poetry amna,great work keep it up

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  13. Amna, I have no doubt that ur blessed with a beautiful talent, expressing imagination into words is not an easy task. Ur poems reflects creativity, originality and i really love reading them. This is a wonderful poem i came across, really liked the flow and the concept.
    looking forward for others.
    Good luck!!

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  14. MashAllah...
    ok fine amna.. i eally dont have words to praise it..
    u knw wht writing is a inborn talent one cant acquire it... u r lucky to have it naturally..

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  15. wow... this z lovely...

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  16. Assalam Alaikum!
    Marvelous poem, its really impressive.. great job Amna...
    "the beauty was dead......" wow..!!
    keep it up dear.. :)

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  17. Hello again,

    very nice poem indeed. i was truly lost in it trying to feel the picture of unfulfilled love between the flower and bee. how deep observer you are, i'm impressed. the way you've painted ur imaginations is truly impressive. u sure have very strong&deep imaginations thus carve them into nicely written near perfect poems. Your poem&prose both are simply fantastic. Born writer u sure are. Looking for more..

    Lovely!

    Regards,

    AB Muhamed

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  18. Poor little bee, l love this one Am, l like how u show a little sadness in this poem, it shows us readers that u have a warm heart. Job well done Am, bravo!

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  19. ohhhh u rock again!!!!

    fyt hai yaar :)


    keep rocking ma'am....


    may u get success ever

    ameen

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  20. very nice ma'am...i read your poems daily

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  21. Its just amazing.....:)

    That moment of oneness was enough,
    as the beauty lived only for that alone.

    shows the intensity of the love beautifully.

    ReplyDelete

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Saturday, January 9, 2010

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEE

Beauty, was as if caged in it,
its grace and fragrance like the towered
pride of the garden.
Sick Rose,
Fell in love with the bee!
How cruel can love be lets see.

The beauty awaited long for its return,
the bee, being late as too much absorbed in its fun.

Whole night the bee would wait in the hope,
just for an instant the bee would appear to go.

That moment of oneness was enough,
as the beauty lived only for that alone.

Then one day when Eros was being kind,
the bee realized how unkind it had been;
too lost in the fake world of others,
lost completely in the charming world of hemlock drinkers...
What it had done!

Ah! The beauty that waited long for its return,
no more waited now,
not because the beauty changed its love,
but the nature had been unkind again all and above.

And this time the beauty was dead,
The bee was late and the beauty was dead.

23 comments:

  1. oh wow!!unbelivble,i thought m readng Keats:) realy its lovly..enchantng..beautiful!! "THe moment of oneness was enough...n "the bee was late and the beauty was dead" these r unforgatable.touched my heart:)Big hug on creatng such a great work!!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Ah!poor beauty:( shows d softness o ur marshwalo heart!!i knew such touchng verses wld surly hav cm outa ur pen.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Really gr8 yar just beautiful nd the bee was late nd the beauti was dead part was really awsome....I was so lost in the poem dat i felt i m de bee....

    ReplyDelete
  4. Now this poem I can relate to!

    Actually, it makes me think of our political situation. We are like the bee, and the world is like the rose. We fritter around, doing nothing of consequence. Then, one day, we realize that we need to return to the srtuggle for peace and justice. But we are too late: By then, the world has been killed off, by war and injustice.

    The English of the poem is still awkward in places, but the thought, this time, is very clear. Thank you, Amna! :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. Nice anthropomorphism.Like contemporary Aesop's Fables.
    Moral is conjectural to the reader...
    Sublime poem.
    Maybe a little too sublime for me.
    Beautiful sweet picture.
    You do not ever stop creating.
    Good luck!

    ReplyDelete
  6. superb poem! the way you have put a sorrowful ending to a hopeful love is very touching and again the simplicity of your words is great.whispers of your heart are echoing through my ears right now.

    ReplyDelete
  7. how do u say wah wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ajhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in english ????????????/

    ReplyDelete
  8. Amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing!!

    ReplyDelete
  9. hey help me wid this 1...cuz m kinda confuzd n all should v call 'er as amna keats or john as john shah ... seriously....dat wuz some pretty cool stuff man

    That moment of oneness was enough,
    as the beauty lived only for that alone


    fitttttt haiiiiii yarrrrrrrrr


    plus i hav a few things on my mind

    da bee wuz a beast in not realizing da love untill after itz gone for eva...n datz a lesson fo us...2 not let go ov our love...

    cuz da after pain...well datz just too much 2 handle in cases of true love

    ReplyDelete
  10. salam.again!!..........the puritry of ur words touch ma heart. fell in love...............lets see!WOW these words ma soul n heart.,.superb n keep it up n up n up.thanx 4 giving me somthing realy good n nice to read.ur poem realy REFRESH me.ALLAH BLESS U.live HAPPY N LONG LIFE. BEST OF LUCK MAM

    ReplyDelete
  11. WOW i read it again.its realy fantastics n BEAUTIFULY expresed its precious words mam

    ReplyDelete
  12. kashif sometimes how tightly u try to hold it slips away as the beauty wants to slip away from bee
    nice poetry amna,great work keep it up

    ReplyDelete
  13. Amna, I have no doubt that ur blessed with a beautiful talent, expressing imagination into words is not an easy task. Ur poems reflects creativity, originality and i really love reading them. This is a wonderful poem i came across, really liked the flow and the concept.
    looking forward for others.
    Good luck!!

    ReplyDelete
  14. MashAllah...
    ok fine amna.. i eally dont have words to praise it..
    u knw wht writing is a inborn talent one cant acquire it... u r lucky to have it naturally..

    ReplyDelete
  15. wow... this z lovely...

    ReplyDelete
  16. Assalam Alaikum!
    Marvelous poem, its really impressive.. great job Amna...
    "the beauty was dead......" wow..!!
    keep it up dear.. :)

    ReplyDelete
  17. Hello again,

    very nice poem indeed. i was truly lost in it trying to feel the picture of unfulfilled love between the flower and bee. how deep observer you are, i'm impressed. the way you've painted ur imaginations is truly impressive. u sure have very strong&deep imaginations thus carve them into nicely written near perfect poems. Your poem&prose both are simply fantastic. Born writer u sure are. Looking for more..

    Lovely!

    Regards,

    AB Muhamed

    ReplyDelete
  18. Poor little bee, l love this one Am, l like how u show a little sadness in this poem, it shows us readers that u have a warm heart. Job well done Am, bravo!

    ReplyDelete
  19. ohhhh u rock again!!!!

    fyt hai yaar :)


    keep rocking ma'am....


    may u get success ever

    ameen

    ReplyDelete
  20. very nice ma'am...i read your poems daily

    ReplyDelete
  21. Its just amazing.....:)

    That moment of oneness was enough,
    as the beauty lived only for that alone.

    shows the intensity of the love beautifully.

    ReplyDelete

Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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