The Lost Bee

A bee small and quick While wandering with its group Thought to search for some new It flew here and there But soon lost the track Looked back But found itself alone It did not lose courage And flew and flew And reached above a city Everything appeared too busy Thinking of flowers It tried at places But only found smoke And dust Disturbed it tried to go back But lost in the tangled streets It repented but of no use The track was lost Like so many persons Lost in the crowd of city Who come with the dreams But flow in the streams Of unreasonable search