Well the clouds told me
Today is a day for poets
To pen down their hearts
Onto flying pieces of paper
Encircling them
As if the pages were bees
Wanting the nectar
At the tip of their tongues
At the corner of their eyes
Gathering at the crease
Of their brows waggling
At the wonder of emotions
Around them
The clouds ask me
What of all these poets
Surrounded by pages like bees
Ready to soak up the pollen
Of haphazard thoughts and
Turn them into honey-
Immortalizing fleeting feelings
In cages of amber verse rhythm and rhyme
Clearing a space in today’s skies
To feel with abandon