Visual Poetry

Anaahat Paritosh

A little bee
Sits on a leaf, on a tree
It’s says
I have reached
A food factory
In comes the water
More when it is hotter
Up the petiole
A node connected to a hole
And goes through the veins
Even when it rains
The food factory is where the
Hydrogen and oxygen
Get separated
Then we have a lovely marriage
When the carbon and hydrogen
Get mated
These are the ingredients
for the food to get created
The sunlight adds
A little fuel to the fire
The cooking happens all day
And The leaf chefs never tire

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