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Restless butterfly
indefinite search
for destination unknown
Restless butterfly
indefinite search
for destination unknown
The butterfly follows me
when I walk,
perches near my seat,
leans forward when I speak
and hovers around
when I sleep
Is he a friend, a confidante?
or a curious bystander?
If he had an ability to converse
or I had the talent of perception,
there would have been a lovely new song
now for you
With a smooth movement
the light-weighted beauty glides past
those hunting charmers,
perches on cattle
and moves away
causing a mild sensation
The butterfly settles on
the leaning flower
lapping up the nectar
before any livid bird
could make a claim
I am a light butterfly of yellow
and my flight takes me
to the colours I fancy
I perch on a sunflower
of my color
and the next moment
roll over the roses for nectar
I spring joyfully
to the overtly ripe fruit
and shuttle around
the night’s dim lights
I circle the warm fire,
which is brighter than any color
The heat warns me,
but I fail to notice
and in my excited state
jump straight into the hungry flames
The butterfly soared afar
Giving a slip to the boy with the jar
He barely escaped the eyes of a woman
who was picking butterflies for fancy and fun
Though attracted by the fireplace
A spark alerted the butterfly to find a new place
And he could have drowned in the fountain of colours
But for his quick thinking,
Which saved him from dangerous adventures
Finally he perched on a red-blood rose
Unable to resist her fragrance and poise
Now he heard the call of destiny
As a sharp thorn pricked his wings
Was it when the butterfly opened its wings?
or when the sunflower flashed its petals?
or when the marigold turned around?
My sorrows flew with the butterfly
melted in the sunflower
turned into rejoice with the marigold
Bright, sprightly and cheerful
feel them once
and you will feel no sorrow hence