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vijay menon

Rookie (18 aug 1956 / nasik)

beautiful butterflies


butterflies so beautiful
delicate and nice
in myriad of colors
they descend in droves
landing on the soft petals
of beautiful flowers
sucking the nectar the flower stores

tiny tots chase and catch
pluck their wings
making the butterflies unfit to fly
the poor little creatures
struggles and dies a painful death

its a deadly sport
children like to play
its for us to warn the kids
to spare the beautiful creature
and let them live in peace

let the butterflies romp in the garden
its after all gods creations
like us they have a right to live

i always wish if i were a butterfly
and i could roam at my own sweet will

Submitted: Tuesday, October 06, 2009

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  • Rookie - 20 Points Lalitha iyer (10/8/2009 5:59:00 AM)

    I agree with you 100%.........Another prank the kids play is pulling the tail of poor cat and throwing stones at dogs and kittens...........stamping upon poor ants, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Really thoughtprovking and the theme is extremely moving. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Deepti Agarwal (10/8/2009 2:06:00 AM)

    Thats very Humane thought...

    and ofcourse a good wish too... :)

    Read mine 'Butterfly' too.. in it i had also wished to b a butterfly.. (Report) Reply

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