She had wings with colors of heaven,
Beautiful butterfly she loved to fly,
Carrying the frolicking pollen
She spread happiness and made buds swollen
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Even with an aura of an angel
She somehow had something to grumble
In search of something queer
She wandered here and there
Born as an ugly caterpillar
She thought the world was a bloody killer
Hated the cocoon she was woven into
But then she got wings; happy wings to fly
To search something that was beyond stings and sly
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The flowers became her guide
Their touch, their smell took her to a new stride
She got to know of feelings and love
And high she flew to find her dove
Her colors turned pink in hue
Blushing with her lover, up she flew
Sweet beautiful butterfly
Little she knew, what was coming her way
Her mirage, her illusion was soon to die
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The love that brought her all the laughter
Was called “madness” she was flying after
Was it that she never inferred emotion?
Or had love got a new definition?
Sweet little butterfly loved to love
Mindless of risks and outcome
She wanted to fly with her love
He held back and brought a ho-hum
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He was loving, caring and able
But unsure, restless, and fuddled
She was a free bird, a complete wayward
He was structured, and sobered (up)
Poor little butterfly,
Trapped in her own wings, unable to fly
Loner in her dreams and reveries
She wanted to hide in crannies
Rip off her wings and shed her color
She didn’t want to be a butterfly, whatsoever
nice one
hey thanks Pushkar!
Very Nice dear
Arrey wah! Too good, but why a sad ending…
Hey lovely poem..just loved it!!
@Pooja, Nishu, Aswathy: Thanks
just stumbled over your blog!!!!
u are honest and the poem reflects the same
but why should the butterfly rip her wings…….
The butterfly sits on the most beautiful flower,for sure….
but if the flower on the other hand is without nectar there’s no justification in her still sitting there.Its a symbiotic relationship between both of them.The butterfly’s erxistence doesnot depend upon the flowers .On the contrary the flower needs the butterfly.
Imagine if the butterfly was’nt there,who would gather the nectar from the flower.It would dry with the flower.
So to keep the nectar alive the flower cannot ignore the ugly caterpillar’s effort!!!