A weed, an insect and I
In a conference under the sun.
On the Lantana, flowers.
Pink, white and violet
They snuggle in bunches
Looking up at me like children
In awe of a giant.
Thorns prick my fingers
The stalk taut, lean like a whip
Refuses to oblige my hands
Trying to clear a path.
Then, glinting in the sun
This little Ladybird on a leaf.
Legs drawn up under the shell
She sits still, as if hoping
I wouldn’t see her.
Ah, little one! Not to notice you?
I would be blind!
*************** Balachandran,
"All things small and beautiful the good Lord made them all"!?
ReplyDeleteYou make everything come to life..it becomes lovely to envision..The most insignficant things to the rest of us are so important and awesome in your writings...The feelings in this write are full of charisma.. Excellent Balan........excellent indeed.............
ReplyDeleteThere is beauty is everything, its just that the finer details are missed out by most!
ReplyDeleteages since i saw a ladybird. Wonder if it's 'cos i have eyes and do see - not anymore.
ReplyDeletepassionate nature lovers like you - wonder how many more are left in this world.
have eyes and DONT see, i mean
ReplyDeleteI like the new decor...........looks very aesthetical....
ReplyDelete@sandy: Thanks, Sandy. I think the change reflects the change in my mental state! :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the poem. In simple things lie the greater truths of life.
Lovely poem, and totally endorse the feeling. The lantana may have been a weed, but it was home for the ladybird.
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