Ladybird...!

I saw a ladybird yesterday
On the blade of a green-green leaf;
Standing still like a coral of Mediterranian
Which made me to wonder
If it's breathing or not.

It doesn't sing like a cuckoo bird,
Nor does it work hard as a house bird.
But it's the real thing of beauty
That gives joy to broken heart
And relaxation to the pensive minds.

Then I saw it moving gently
Like the way japnese women does
When the magneficient breeze moved that leaf.

Here it comes, there it goes back
As if she is in search of a long lost heart.

Oh! The favourite creature of my childhood,
The beauty of anything grows
When you dwell on them,
And fades back to normal
When you leave them.
Such is my describtion of your beauty.

Now fly, my dear fly!
And never come here again
As those envious birds may swallow you alive
And I will remain broken forever....!