Wrapped in a shawl of dainty leaves
of some tamarind green
the bulbul arrived, rested awhile,
and flew
to some coastal town unknown to me.
Not yet bothered about
the worries of finding a mate and building a nest,
the bulbul hopped and flew around.
The spot of red on its crown
was missing still.
But why should the bird worry?
It never even knew it must wear a red crown.
It was Nature's job to worry.
And everything in Nature comes
in its own time, in its own way.
of some tamarind green
the bulbul arrived, rested awhile,
and flew
to some coastal town unknown to me.
Not yet bothered about
the worries of finding a mate and building a nest,
the bulbul hopped and flew around.
The spot of red on its crown
was missing still.
But why should the bird worry?
It never even knew it must wear a red crown.
It was Nature's job to worry.
And everything in Nature comes
in its own time, in its own way.
SUSHAMA KARNIK
15 August 2019
15 August 2019
Image credit Arup Banerji
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