My songs are like bees...by Rabindranath Tagore

My songs are like bees;
they follow through the air

some fragrant trace --
some memory --
of you,

to hum around your shyness,
eager for its hidden store.

When the freshness of dawn
droops in the sun,

when in the noon
the air hangs low with heaviness
and the forest is silent,

My songs return home,
their languid wings
dusted with gold..!

~ Rabindranath Tagore