In a beautiful garden rare, A little bumblebee frolicked with care. Her eyes were always open wide, Discovering lovely flowers with every stride. She went to all and did the usual meet and greet, Collecting nectar sometimes bitter sometimes sweet. One day fluttering through a known corner, Gazed upon the flowering Quince wrapped in strange armour. Asked around about the captivating quince, They asked her to stay away with a wince. But the humble bee didn't judge a book by the cover, Flew towards the Quince and started to hover. The Quince was covered with plenty of thorns, But had the sweet fragrance so she didn't bother about the small horns. The shrub was happy with the tiny admirer, Telling her anecdotes which caused such a furore. Every time the bee flittered over, Her wings were battered by the thorny armour. The bee was going through her own problems, Mentioned to the Quince that she will come after autumn...
Why the ambiguous name? Well, though to people around me, I seem like an extroverted person but when it comes to sharing some stuff, I am kind of awkward but I have amazing stories to share. I mostly express myself through "elegy" form of poetry writing and the themes are usually about self-reflection, friendships, loss, love and depressive phase. If you enjoy reading poetry then be a part of my crazy journey and read along :)