BEES IN MY FATHER’S GARDEN
A colony grew in my body
throughout the long and hot Summer days
holes between my bones
filled with golden honeycomb.
My chest heaved and sang
I knew the hive was healthy,
pheromones pulsed amongst the buzzing
the queen laid thousands of eggs.
I smelled like royal jelly,
my nails were shining from propolis,
I spent my days pulling bees out of my hair
and planting clover and sage.
That was my upbringing amongst the bees
in my father’s flowering garden
in which evenings would be spent
sharing stories of far away land.
Habib Mandzic
ঢাকা
০৩:৪১ অপরাহ্ন, বৃহস্পতিবার, ২২ মে ২০২৫, ৮ জ্যৈষ্ঠ ১৪৩২ বঙ্গাব্দ
শিরোনাম :
Habib Mandzic
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- আপ : ১০:৪৩:৫৮ অপরাহ্ন, বুধবার, ২৩ অক্টোবর ২০২৪
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