House Of Wax

A house of wax has lot to fear
It has to make itself adhere
Not only threat is fire mere
The Forest is but, full of Bears

The hunter seeks its dwellers just
And shall will strike it in his heart
For days and days he serves them right
To come this day and now he frights

Oh! Honey comb I cry for thee
Thyself was hurt and so was Bee
Your occupants forsaken you
And there you lie on grounds of Tree.

by Gulam Abbas Hashmi

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