“I shall be back soon… ” and …My squash-bee flew …
The zephyr careened
Torques and churns
Droning anticipations – “He would be back soon…”
The bubble bee who brushed by
And Honey bee, who took turns
Cravings longed - “He would be back soon…”
Wilted by the fohn, torn
by the storm
Masqueraded to variegation
Fading hopes - “He would be back soon…”
Anemometer-ing…. The monsoons
I lie by the knell now
Vestigial trace of his voice echo... “I shall be back soon… ”
