The Beggar of
Love
K. VENUGOPALA RAO
Flower cries in joyous pride
“I am born
For the king of heavens
All my graces
An offering at His feet.”
To the buzzing honey-bee
Frantically wooing
To reach her cheeks.
Ah! My darling,
I carry within me
An ocean of love for you
Can’t I deserve to be your lord?
Can’t you fling open
The doors of your heart
And let me taste
The nectarous treasures
Hidden in you?
Murmurs the bee.