This has no true roots
But in damp habitat,
It has grown with low carpets,
We have watched it many times,
This is small and like teddy bear,
This has no flower and no smile,
Being flowerless still it dreams.
We hear its mumble and we feel,
This tree also wants to flower,
But fortune differs certainly,
But no one can prevent dreaming,
This tree mumbles and tells,
‘Come and kiss me dear honey bee,
I shall give you much nectar.’
But there is no flower in branch
So, honey bee does not come,
Bee flies above tree and passes away
Mumbling moss cries for a while!
© Kumarmani Mahakul,19 January 2019. All rights reserved.