Happy was me
With my little coloured wings
Flying from one petal to other
From father to mother.
...
When I was born,
I was garnished with a bouquet of flowers,
Those were the sign of welcoming,
When I grew a bit,
...
Thought of continuing my walk
And touch the point,
The meet of the land and it's umbrella
The meet of the soil and the sky.
...
नशा है इन पतझड़ की हवाओं में
झूमते बादलों के बीच
सरगम की गीतों में
कहीं सहमा खड़ा चाँद
...
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Butterfly Or Me
Happy was me
With my little coloured wings
Flying from one petal to other
From father to mother.
......
But,
Grew when it
Breathe was covered with lid,
Restless...one and others...
Meaningless became the colours
No more love of the petals
No song of lovers.
.....
Small ones ran after my beauty
But, Today I am flying alone
Pierced and Sucked
But no more taste found.
.....
Happy was me
With my little coloured wings
Nothing resides with the growth
Empty handed it is...
.....
''HAPPY CAN BE ME, WITH MY LITTLE COLOURED WINGS''
.....(be little forever) ......
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BUTTERFLY SPOKE THE ALL AND ME JUST AT THE END
Nice poem...👍👍👍