A bee sat on my chest
Bee as no one could be
Charting in a row
Darting like an arrow from Cupid’s bow
Emerging like a rainbow
Fun in full flight
Godly was its sight
Heavens seemed to be calling
Iridescent was its twinkling
Jealousy was its plight
Kissing every vacuum
Loving every wound
Meditating on its target
Never turning around
Opened up the souls gate
Pain was sometimes mighty
Queerness in sobriety
Rage raveling in the almighty
Such was its beauty
Time was bound by sobriety
Under the spell of the tide
Vanity brushed aside
Wandering in the night
X-mas lights in sight
Yours truly bee was to keep
Zindagi slept complete
Bakwaas written on a sleeplesly sleepy morning before going back to bed using a Writers’ Digest prompt to write a poem of 26 lines with each line starting with consecutive letters of the alphabet
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