You drop pollen in her ovary
You watch over her all night
Like a bat upside down
The burning yellow god helps
Bees, butterflies, and wasps
In their search for the flower with nectar
And watches them plunder
Missing petals and twisted stem
Ravaged ovary and head bent in shame
She prays you to listen to her in evening
How she got duped
Where she had gone wrong
Tears gather over her leaves in morning
Must have made her strong
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