Beauty Of Small Poem by Jabir Ali K

Flying like a bird, taking rest in time
Everyone care, still it moves slowly
Children take it in hands and to hearts
Certain, something special about it…

White hairs and it’s small brown body,
An obvious sign of beauty of small.
Invisible smiling or majestic motion
However, something makes it special

Watching slowly and touching it softly
May provide us a peace of mind,
But it’s mother, there in the farthest jungle
Crying and praying to see her child near,

Whom had stolen, the soft and strong wind
And taking from one place to another
The cruel, violent and unkind storm
Crashes the love of a mother and her child…