First and Last Time

The bud about to be bloomed

stood atop the plant’s branch,

awaiting breathlessly the Sun to rise;

the black bee to sing a humming song,

longing to fondle her gently,

for a touch to blossom;

her eyes longing to see the world

she wished to see so long!

There the Sun rises,

the black bee hums,

a song she never heard before,

her petals opening up one by one,

forgetting herself for a moment,

giving in herself unmindful

of all that surrounded her!

knowing not where she was;

her eyes closed, ears closed,

enjoying the moments she wished

would come her way for long;

like the first rain in summer!

A few seconds, only a few seconds,

there he is gone with a new song,

to a new bud, stood apart,

seducing it as if a novice bachelor,

never to be seen ever after,

desolating her to her fate!

She found him again the next day,

hoping he would hum again,

he was, but, too busy with new buds;

no one knowing the weeps

of buds that once blossomed!