My Little Beautiful Bird

The little beautiful bird Of my heart, goes out and comes in 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.