Love is in the air

Written by Himangshu Saikia on 22 April 2008

There was a hill far away
On top of which a meadow lay
A lonesome flower bloomed at sight
Toughodil was her name
Amidst strong winds and pouring rain at night
She shone like a handsome jewel, bright

There was a happy honey-bee
From where he came, no one could see
He sung his worries away all day
They called him little Wanderbee
Seeing things, going places
With buzzing wings and endless glee

It was early spring one day
Wanderbee flew up the hill
Rested in the shade of Toughodil
Her fragrance was so enticing
Her honey was so sweet!
All day long with great relish he passed
When he was set to leave she said:
“Do you remember my name, Wander bee??..
I told you last time you came..”
“I do not remember anything..
not even this taste of honey
but may I know your name please
if you so persist?”

“‘Tis Toughodil, from far away hill
I hope you come again..”

Like the hearts of joyous souls ring
Like the happiness ocean tides bring
Love is in the air they sing
Love is in the air ~ ~ ~

And it was soon summer
And Toughodil’s shade still softer
Out of the worldly worries
Away from the heat
Wanderbee closed his eyes
While smiling in his dreams.
When he was set to leave she said:
“Do you remember my name, Wander bee??..
I told you last time you came..”
“I do not remember anything..
not even this taste of honey
but may I know your name please
if you so persist?”

“‘Tis Toughodil, from far away hill
I hope you come again..”

Suddenly there was autumn
Leaves started to fade
But Toughodil as tough can be
Continued to bloom away
As Wanderbee entered his safe refuge
Her honey was life, her fragrance hope
Thought he, no matter what time of the year
I could live in this place forever!
When it was time to leave she said:
“Do you remember my name, Wander bee??..
I told you last time you came..”
“I do not remember anything..
not even this taste of honey
but may I know your name please
if you so persist?”

“‘Tis Toughodil, from far away hill
I hope you come again..”

All this time, every day
Wanderbee in his comfy home
Thought about Toughodil
To his fellow bee-friends
he narrated his story:
“There is a flower on far away hill
Goes by the name of Toughodil
Her sight is like a hallowed angel
Her taste a fountain of life!
For ages I have loved her
But am too scared to confess
I do not know how she feels for me
What if I lose all I have!”

Like the hearts of joyous souls ring
Like the happiness ocean tides bring
Love is in the air they sing
Love is in the air ~ ~ ~

And along came the torrid winter
Animals ran here and there for shelter
Everything was white and on snowy hold
And Wanderbee was freezing cold
In his way up far away hill

There he was shocked in nothingness
Toughodil seemed not as tough anymore
Faded and colourless she lied
The cold was too strong for her might!
There was no fragrance anymore
The honey had dried!
Wanderbee could not believe his life
Had taken quite a turn
Feeble and weak he lied on the snow
And closed his eyes again
The wind seemed to whisper
He understood what it meant:

“You do not remember my name, Wander bee..
Though I told you last time you came..
There is something else which I needed to say
But it is now too late

I adored your little flapping wings
The simple songs you sung
Your smile (while you slept) was everything to me
Your love, I longed for so long!”

Wanderbee now smiled as he faded
Being buried in snow he slowly said:
“Death took you away dear Toughodil
I was late, I was wrong in my ways
But there is something which I can do (even now)
I’ll lie here and wait for you..

My love.. I’ll lie here and wait for y-o-u…”

Like the hearts of joyous souls ring
Like the happiness ocean tides bring
Love is in the air they sing
Love is in the air ~ ~ ~

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