The honey bee had stung the feet of the fit
And the LAZY man flee, feet to hill
Wait for the cloud to smile says the LAZY
Though he is content to sing to the cloud
Yet he calls the ant inert
Many lovely retrospect has he got
Till the day sleeps
He yawn to darkness
And blames the beautiful seasons
Procrastinating to an occupied sun
Never had he complete task at hand
But he always see the milky Land
Having faith in the hand of fate
He eavesdropped at numb fantasy
Sleeping and waking with wishes
And forgotten to be as the bee
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