Male bees whiz around
The highly coveted lofty plants of the orchids,
It's smell make them bound
To woo the females, rewarded.
Climbs the top of red flowery bucket
Clumsy and sluggish, slipping feet.
Fells into it's slimy pocket
Still struggling for the sweet.
Escapes from the orchid's red sheets
Humps with the pollen grains with exit.
But gets the impressing perfume's treat,
Two targets achieved. Whooing the females and pollen swan travel bliss.
If people made an effort like the male bees,
To win hearts. It would've been such a glee.
-Anisa
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Speaking Hues
PoetryMy poetry collection. Stains and Smudges of life portrayed through poems.
