This is the story of a Red May Beetle
The little one lost on a rock.
Injured and incapacitated,
Its legs trembling,
Tilted and turned,
Terrified and unable to move or fly.
The Red May Beetles are very protective
They will never let their young ones suffer.
A strong, determined Beetle came flying down.
Was she the Mother or the father?
A friend or a well wisher?
Or a Good Samaritan? I had no idea!
The Big Beetle tried its best to lift the injured one
But Alas! It could not!
But the Beetle did not lose hope.
The Beetle was determined.
It flew back to its friends and alerted them
It convinced them that one of them was lost on a rock.
How they all came charging down to rescue
The injured little red beetle. Unbelievable!
One thing was certain! They are not like some human beings
Who will leave the injured ones alone on the road,
Ignore them, indifferent to its sufferings,
Leave it to fend for itself or even let it die!
The leader Beetle began its modus operandi.
It flew down like a helicopter for the rescue operation,
Along with its supporting group of beetles
They glided down on a broad leaf,
Landed on the rock and effortlessly slid the injured beetle onto the leaf.
They carried away the May beetle with them. The take-off was perfect!
It was a wonderful sight.
The beetles cared and protected each other,
They stood together solidly like a rock.
Who says that insects have no hearts?
They have more compassionate hearts,
Most faithful and reliable than the human beings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem