When the Rain comes

fragrances  dissolve in air
 spread around in the garden
 go out in to the street
 they can not change
 the politics of the place
bees set out with the first light
in search of flowers in the meadow
collecting nectar in their tiny frames
and the queen sits all day
doing nothing

that is how it is,
again i digress
my thoughts wander away
in search of a meadow
full with flowers
i am no bee
i am no bird
i am no tree
do not nest on my branch
do not sit under my wing
when the rain comes
(ayaz rasool nazki, pic @arn)