Red Hornet
Red hornet
Hovers
in my garden,
I
stand still,
My
fear gradually dissolving
To
amazement,
At
the sheer beauty,
The
blood red iridescence
Epitomic
of nature’s flamboyance
At
its bizarre best
What
beauty, I whisper
‘Smash
it!’ my wife cries
Scared
of the slightest venom
That
can hint
Of
anaphylaxis pain.
‘Yes’.
I lie
And
grab the Baygon
But
I cannot commit sacrilege
Of this most splendid sojourner
To my garden’s green;
The
possible sting, is a willing price
But
the hornet
Is
not done yet,
In
testing the karmic boundaries
Of my hostmanship;
A few days later
I
shudder to find my carmine guest
Intruding into my sacral shrine
It had come inside my house
And
now trapped,
Was
buzzing around in search of escape
Spray
it, kill it, gas it
My
survival instincts begged,
Trapped
inside my den
It
was most likely to suicidal die
In
an aggravated attack
And
yet again, I failed
A
failed king with no boundaries
A
long broom, silent meditative prayers
And
I trapped the winged machine
To
release it slowly outside the house
It
hovered in the blue skies
And
flew away.
I
wondered then,
Whose
test was it?
Mine?
To stretch thin my patience,
Or
the hornet’s
To
test its valiance?
Or
the Maker above?
That
despite all differences
Its
creations had it in them
To
respect Creation itself?
To
intrude in deepest hearts
Yet
leave behind
No
bruised scars,
To
be intruded into
In
the weakest vulnerabilities
Yet
be strong enough
To
let the world breathe
And
join together, man with the Maker
Garden
with the Eden…
19th
November, 2025
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