Imagine-
A newly developed butterfly
Has just come out of the cocoon
It is sitting on a leaf drying
It's wings and it must flutter
Until strength comes to it.
Imagine-
It flies close to the leaf, for
Security in it's weakness,
Taking time to recover the
Long growth in a safe place.
Waiting, and working, with patience
Imagine-
Strength comes and so for
A time it sits and then it flies
But, wait, now, there are two
Another butterfly, comes and they
Experience freedom and flying together.
Think about this-
Someone once said, 'If love is a choice,
Who would choose such exquisite pain', but
Love is only painful if one chooses not to give it.
Real pain is never experiencing true love.
Experience freedom-love as a butterfly loves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, Love can be painful when one chooses not to give it, but Love is always painful when it never is returned