Wrapped in a shawl of dainty leaves...

 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.