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Busy Bee Aug 31
Autumn floats through air—

The sun grows milder with days,

The wind brings a chill.
Busy Bee Aug 28
Her love was like a foreign language—
I couldn't understand her,
Yet mesmerized by every sound.

I always wanted to engage,
But I couldn't utter—
a single word I had found.

Her dialect was the ocean,
far away on the horizon;
I was water, trapped in a lake.

I longed for her with devotion
a dream that kept revising—
But she was free from such ache.

I was 'rules and orders'—
She was a beautiful chaos
No one could help.

She was beautiful beyond borders,
I was limited to the circle,
I had drawn for myself.
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Busy Bee Aug 23
Why does the heart feel empty?
There's so much love to give,
But none to take.

It's empty yet so heavy.
How can it be so lifeless,
And still ache?
Busy Bee Aug 19
Into the wilderness—
With no trace of humanity.
Lies a world so peaceful,
Totally unaware of reality.
Imagine butterflies in a field of wildflowers, because that is where this came from.
Busy Bee Aug 19
The river still flows—
I always want to know more
After and before.
Life goes on before us and after us, letting us wander who we are
Busy Bee Aug 17
Where people are treated accordingly,
to the weight of their Wealth.

Where the presence of a person is
only cherished after their Death.

How can you expect me to be social,
If society is not good for my health?
Where I come from, people only praise you after you're dead.
Busy Bee Aug 8
Take a big earthen ***
Add all the people there,
Even if you like it or not...
Now pour in a cup of care.

Watch with patience for a while
Let it simmer till you see some smile,
See the colours blending in—
And nothing different can be seen.

Now add some praise and respect,
A pinch of gloom just to offset.
A handful of joy to your taste,
Melded together to make a paste.

Put the jar of segregation apart—
Instead, add some integration with heart.
Mix it well and leave it to rest,
To make it taste its level best.

Garnish it with some grated love
Little humanity, for the cherry on top.
That's how you make a lovely dish—
The dish of love, the dish of peace!
Wrote this as a poetry challenge back in 2019, and the prompt was "food recipe." Since I am new here, posting some olds.
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