Abdul Wahab


Butterfly


Oh, butterfly, butterfly,
why do you flutter by?
Why can not you fly straight,
and have any weapons to fight?
Where do you get so much colour?
Can I buy one, how much in dollar?

Why do you have two lives?
Can I get one, please!
I want to transform mine,
To overcome human crisis,
Through the mysterious morphosis.
I want to be you, O! Butterfly,
From flower to flower to flutter by.

Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 06, 2012

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  • Ency Bearis (3/25/2012 1:00:00 PM)

    A good poem, apt for children and definitely love this poem of yours about butterfly, well versed. (Report) Reply

  • Lusekelo Simwela (3/7/2012 12:42:00 PM)

    Wow! I love this
    ....Why do you have two lives?
    Can I get one, please!
    I want to transform mine,
    To overcome human crisis,
    Through the mysterious
    morphosis....i am fascinated by butterflies 2, i wrote something called the transformation...check it out. You just became 1 of my favourite poet though (Report) Reply

  • Okoye Charles Chukwudi (2/24/2012 2:38:00 AM)

    Very nice....and simple
    the desire to be set free is quite evident here...Oh! butter fly, frm flower to flower to flatter by...great use of alliteration...
    Splendid...keep it up (Report) Reply

  • Deep Mukherjee (1/30/2012 11:12:00 AM)

    This is so different from your other poems! ! ! but still exploits the human emotions like magic! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (1/28/2012 7:27:00 PM)

    ... To overcome human crisis. Everyone wants a fresh start at a better life. Kinda wish we had more than one life, too - to morph like the butterfly, and fly above life's troubles. Neat. 10 (Report) Reply

  • Harindhar Reddy (1/21/2012 2:19:00 PM)

    I feel the aroma of your romanticism like one Blake and one Shelley. I love the meter and rhyme in this poem. These lines are flashing like lights in mind, heigh-ho! Derry o!

    I want to be you, O! Butterfly,
    From flower to flower to flatter by.'

    An awesome poem by a handy writer Wahab! Wha Taj! Great and nicely done.10++++
    few smiles.. catch it. ha ha ha :) :) :) :) (Report) Reply

  • Rony Sk (1/14/2012 12:38:00 PM)

    I also want to be butterfly........................
    nice poem...................... (Report) Reply

  • Hans Vr (1/13/2012 5:57:00 AM)

    Butterflies are wonderful creatures.
    I love them and your poem about them is very nice.
    Well done (Report) Reply

  • Sylvia Lukeman (1/5/2012 4:46:00 PM)

    When I started to read this poem I thought it to be lighthearted but discovered that there
    was an impotant question within its thought provoking fine descriptions.Thank you for making me think! (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (12/20/2011 8:27:00 AM)

    beautiful! ! ! pathos of this life compels all of us to quit the title of man as a master creation n to idealize a delicate creature like a butterfly (Report) Reply

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