A victim of love : A poem by Supriya Bansal

The sun laved the garden, smudged a balmy, peachy hue on the placid verdure, 
Lilting melodies tinged the air, wrens ‘n robins warbled a rapturous allure, 
Aurelian daffodils, wild bluebells, fuchsia peonies bloomed, pristine ‘n pure 
The boughs waltzed ‘n whirled, dovetailed the whistling wind, coy ‘n demure 
 
Lavender presided on the hedges, swaying ‘n sashaying, sprinkling gaiety ‘n glee 
Caressing the besotted breeze, nestling ‘n nuzzling, unabashed ‘n carefree 
Out of the blue, a bee burst forth, whizzing ‘n buzzing, inside the savory sanctuary  
Lavender gawked enticed ‘n enthralled, utterly bamboozled by the bee’s repartee  
 
Lavender primped ‘n pranced; her lustrous lilac glistened ‘n gleamed in the sunlight 
ardent ‘n amorous she ogled, come-hither look lined her eyes, it was love at the first sight 
Her ambrosial scent swathed ‘n shrouded the air, cloaking ‘n veiling an amatory invite 
Impetuous ‘n impulsive, she longed for a glance, tilted towards the inamorata line of flight 
 
The bee swooped ‘n sprang, dodging ‘n ducking the fluttering butterflies  
He pawed ‘n poked the enamored flower, vainglory glazed his greedy eyes 
He gulped ‘n guzzled the soul of his paramour, spurned ‘n scorned her mellow cries 
Lavender keeled over, wasted weary ‘n spent,  
embraced eagerly her imminent demise  
 
‘Another victim of love’, the wind bitterly moaned ‘n sighed 
True love never dies, but the lovelorn lavender fervidly replied 
As the smithereens of her passion, the pollen dust flew far ‘n wide 




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