My love is not like that of a bee or a hornet
who loves the flower, but leaves it as the day ends
but my love is divine and it's beyond the carpet
my love is not like that of a bee or a hornet
it's one in a million which time does never reject
and it's ever soulful, genuine- it never pretends
my love is not like that of a bee or a hornet
who loves the flower but leaves it as the day ends.
(A Triolet= ABaAabAB)
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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