Death Of A Butterfly Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

I heard a song of the butterfly clear and loud
The shine of his wings and his jewel eyes held my gaze
My indigo blue butterfly,
who had sunshine bright yellow dots on his wings.
He sang and took me under his wings
He fluttered around and sat on my shoulder
whispers kept echoing into my ears
a cavalcade of strange nomadic happiness around us!

But soon as the slithering snakes of mistrust and despair
Started climbing up my soul
The soothing fire fly in between my fingers became ferocious
And burnt us!
In a frenzied rage
I tore apart his indigo blue yellow dotted wings
I saw him quivering and bleeding on my palm
His sparkled blue eyes dying a death of betrayal
I stretch my hands to hide him in my heart
But it was already too late to save him!

Now, I keep trying to write and re-write my poetry.
scratching, cancelling, erasing my lines
Pages after pages get crumpled in my fist
My futile efforts to make my words concise,
My failure to bring back the old rhythm
My words deny me.

Today I remain as powerless to give birth to poesy
As I was incapable to love!