The odour persists <br /> tireness numbs <br /> eyelids bow, I feel poor. <br /> <br />The other day <br />a flower touched me <br /> I touched her too. <br /> <br />The bumble—bee <br /> has a silly history. <br /> He lives in the society; <br />in the garb of <br /> you and I. <br />KESHADURAPAL; Odisha; india.13/01/2010 Ph-09938175100<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bumblebee-4/
