Elixirs and Fairytales

There was once a rumour;

About the sweetest honey known to man

That a tree beyond the sea

Belonged to an unknown queen bee,

That the nectar she protected

Was for some reason an elixir.

So Men, as they would, tried

And failed to overcome the tides.

And to quench their thirst

They turned, in hope, to lime.

But in every story, there resides

A hero, neglected by the tribe.

The one who manages to swim and climb
And reach where no one could arrive.

The tree was tall, the bees angry

But the story only led to his destiny.

And now here he was, face to face

With the queen and the fairytale,

And this is where the story should end.

What he was, was his past,

Where he would be, he didn't bother

All those pages burned at History's altar

And he couldn't care less for the nectar.

He was, where no one ever was,

His eyes, blessed with a simple answer.

Love, like beauty, belongs to the beholder.

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হেরি না  কিছু ভুবনে

নিরখি শুধু অন্তরে, সুন্দর বিরাজে ।।