Disha S. Gaikwad
9 – E
Bees
We don’t know, where we wanna go,
just flap our wings,
to give ourselves an unknown flow.
No destination, just habitation,
to save our species from being dead.
We take months to make the combs,
to give birth, to the young ones.
Trespassers have nothing to do,
whenever they see these little combs,
they just like to throw some stones.
We don’t know, how it creates, joy to them.
Just think of us, try to be in our shoes,
to lose our little ones and the shelter,
made with full of our efforts