A Symbol Of Love

'Oh Girls, here is a test. Bring me anything best, That is a symbol of love, By which one's head will bow.' A teacher sent four girls, On this mission to test them all, To know their minds well, About the love how they feel. With a flower in her hand, One girl with a smile returned. A beautiful butterfly another one brought, While the third one, a tiny sparrow she caught. The teacher was surprised to know, The last one had nothing to show, And asked her for the reason, She didn't bring not even one. She replied, 'No teacher, I saw a beautiful flower, That adorned the plant. So, there itself I left it.' 'I saw a colorful butterfly, And allowed it to fly With its freedom under the sky. So, to catch it I didn't try.' A tiny bird I saw up there. I took pity on its mother, That may search for it. So, I left it in its own nest.' Hugging this girl, the teacher said, 'Well, I appreciate what she did. This is the real love, it means, Without bringing anything else.' 'For love this world starves. Give it in plenty what it wants. Never deny the nature its freedom, From us what it always demands.'