Poem 14 : The Mighty Bee

Out of the misty fog,
I walked into the thundering night
Where none other breathed,
Thoughts tweaked, I went unaccompanied.

I gazed upon the sight
That filled the night
Wondered how would I survive
Learning its might.

Thoughts kept plummeting
Clouds kept thundering
I kept dragging myself
And the breathing kept raising itself.

Then, I saw this mighty sea
There stood a tattered she,
The old lady named the mighty bee
Legend she was, who could set me free.

Adrenaline raised
And the fresh oxygen snared
I started running
To catch the mighty bee.

She stood in her ruins
Sheathing the heavenly treasure
A man could ever dream off
And a bright smile just came by.

I slowly walked into it
And the woods
Made a tittering smit
I threw my hands on the dusty chest.

Then I heard this shrill cry
That came out loud
When the time went by
I stared at my clock with furious eyes.

                                                     - Shashank.K.D

                                                       (For all those who wake up in the middle of a dream)