Bee Story by Kushal Poddar

Be there, I told it
and found dead,
still golden, brownish,
still holding the buzz
of this world,
and the news vines
murmured, ‘We all shall drown
in darkness beyond
the soft azure.’
Be here! I scream.
My hands are straws.
My body a river
twice dried and desired twice.

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