Miss. Bee…

I came to your door in disguise,
To let me in, was not a decision wise.
I am here, now everything looks fine,
Whatever is yours , is now mine.
The things I hold, I fear the most,
Never got to control, but now I’m the host.
Managed to make one dance like a puppet.
Long waited desires, today were met.
I realized my power, my authority on each one,
The desire locked inside was not seen by anyone.
To make place in the house, I scattered them all,
I wish all of them never come back or ever call.
Glad no one read manipulation of my mind,
I still have power, I am one of my kind…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag