Tag: Europe

A butterfly and its wings.

Flap together.

They roam and live together.

They sing and dance together.

A butterfly’s majesty lies in its wings.

The beautiful the wings,

The charming the butterfly.

It isn’t the charm,

But the colours and its combination which attracts us the most.

A butterfly is free,

For it can’t stay at one place for most of the time,

Yet if seen carefully,

You would find in the same area,

For ever and ever.

And one day, it simply vanishes.

Maybe it moves on, maybe it has found an another plant.

So look out for a butterfly and its wings.

It would definitely bring happy memories and a smile to your face.

Adios!

The bird flew stretching its wings.

It danced by the river,

Where it sings.

The river water is cool,

And the bird drinks from it,

Refreshing himself.

The river knows her well.

So do the villagers.

Every morning, before sunrise,

It calls out loud-“Chirrp, twirrp, twirrp”

And then gives out a loud burp.

The bird flew,

To Russia,

To Switzerland,

To Amsterdam,

To Africa.

Then after touring four continents it came back to its homeland, India.

Adios!

All’s good, all’s well.

It’s the morning which suits me well.

The divinity brings me down,

To see what’s happening.

I take a look around,

And find everything.

What it is,

I won’t disclose.

Let it be,

So it be,

I may see it some other day,

Like rain,

Which is forecasted to fall.

But it stays afloat.

Adios!