Honey Tree! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Long ago, a colony of flower bees came over
buzzing from some islands and then hanging upon
My willow tree, making a fuss and fury all the day,
Inside the mustard field and over the blue hill
with their waggle dance in the willow street.
And I was pleased that I had a honey tree.
And the voices of Martin and his singing shrill,
I always tried to give them a delicious treat.
Day after day, in the early rays in my honey tree,
I used to sit and watch them with Malisha sweet
I had in my head an ambitious dream,
One day I shifted my hive and faced their rude cheeks.
All of a sudden, a strong wind blew fast from behind.
And thereafter, it took away my honey tree.