It flies like butterfly
One place to another flutter by
Over the parks and see the faces of lovers with glee
When it is over the slums it becomes very sorry
To see the people living without food and other accessory
It flies over the battle fields too
And see how one kills another and does all sorts of cruelty
It gives me mother of all insights at night
And tells all kinds of sweet and sour story
It lays eggs and hatched
A lot of themes for the world of poetry
It teaches me how to dream and how to make wishes
It teaches me how to imagine and how to make a sad face happy
it makes me in its own fantasy, a billionaire
and spends all the money for people’s welfare.
it is always busy in my mind wishing happiness
to the humanity, irrespective of
religion, caste, colour and sex
the little beautiful bird of my heart is the kindest
it will continue to see the colourful fancies
and I know it will not take rest till death.