life
its time for a new story
a chance for some morning glory
there was a boy called me
who was hoping for some glee
now someone tell this to me
that hope is like a honey bee
sweet like the honey
and nasty like the bee
when comes a fantasy
shows lots of spark and fancy key
promises of gold
but deposites only flee
someone please tell this boy called me
that its best for life to be
not like a honey bee
posted by Sorabh Raina at 11:05:00 PM
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