Vulnerable, soft and fragile
Delicate to the touch
Dodging, ducking, evading
Every attempt to clutch
Indian lore has told me
A butterfly can grant a wish
But first it must be captured
And my desire whispered to it
For the whisper to be granted
The butterfly must be set free
A difficult choice I ponder
Will my butterfly come back me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know about inecent, but I did catch that double intent in the last line. A very good poem having all the requisites of enjoyment. Read mine - Frustrated Plans - Adeline