The Little Chemic-Master

Would not have trod; A cheerless pathway Had there been no alluring tastes No blooming flowerets And no lily, rose, jasmine luxuriates Would have gone astray If there were no stars To smile upon his way It is nectars all the way Honeyed sweets, fragrant flowers Smooth his way, the gem of day Him a busy creature God has made Never seen idling time away Gathers honey and earns his bread Loves sunny and shady places The weeds, flowers, clovers And fields, Nature’s wealth, his assets Enjoys and withstands honey Till the sweet’s onslaught Seen kissing many a beauty After making their bowers empty Felt with a sting Heard with a song Mesmerised with a wing He is our little soul our little bee Nectars and nectars all the way he brings………….