I Nurture the beehive
in the garden of my mind.
With countless thoughts I seek
like many bumble bees that freak,
Revolving around the air to collect
Pure honey as the pure happiness I select.
Anytime Buzzing and Gushing,
makes me mostly pissing yet loving.
At times,depression comes like a stone
that pelts on my busy beehive
that tends to disturb the normalcy it strive
Obviousely, I fall prey to the string of bees
leaving no scars with hidden pain I cease
Yet I nurture the beehive
in the garden of my mind,
training to tame the depression I find
leaving the beehive undisturbed
Because this beehive helps to pollinate my mind
by blooming the flower of happiness,thus honey I find
Like my mother Nature
I too nurture the busy beehive
to cultivate the garden of meriment I thrive
May sound scary yet I wanted to carry
this buzzing and gushing 24×7…