Spare any one seldom
"Jhuem- jhuem jhuem"* came the little sound
One hunter fly attacked me when I was on round
The workers were in the field and awaited
All of sudden they came in formation and attacked
As there is one specialty particularly lies
They are called hunter bees
They will spare no one and attack passers by
One has to run away or escape death trap and try
They will attack one by one and repeat three times
Each time they will create special sound sometimes
Many more may come on scene and fiercely try
You will have no other way than to die
I ran for life and at the same time tried to kill
Pick by one hand and run away towards vehicle still
I fell down number of times on the way
Yet they were not leaving me and pushing away
I saw death before eyes and prayed
I had powerful will and so forcefully stayed
Picked the scooter by one hand and started
I thought time was near I will be departed
Some how I gathered strength and resisted
I was not to leave scene and so forcefully insisted
As the scooter moved ahead with speed
They were pushed back by air I maintained the lead
I was saved from their clutches
Yet they were after me to catch
Many farmers told me about their menace
I was the lucky one to escape luck by chance
I tried to know the reason behind
As they will be in search of their habitat to find
The vultures may attack an pick some of them as food
I now formed an opinion and clearly understood
The forest life is not easy
All insect lead the life and remain busy
If they are troubled in their kingdom
They will spare any one seldom
*"Jhuem- jhuem jhuem"* sound created by hunter bees
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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