Just be, my squash-bee

“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…  ”