Drone And Flower
Drone And Flower
I am peccable.
My sin may
Not be forgivable
For others.
How can a drone mate with a flower without her consent,
Do others jeer?
Insane are they,
Who doesn't recognize the profoundness of love?
I don't require
Anybody's permission,
I know her nay is my love,
Her vanity is the cynosure
For all my parts.
Yes, fleer of others
Don't bother me,
I never flinch to be peccable for my flower.
