Little Butterfly Poem by NAYANIKA DEY

Crawl up, tickling me, Dip and brush my pale fingers, In your marmalade palette. wonderful imagination dear poetess. you are gifted with that. tony

Butterflies are the first things that mothers introduce to her little ones. Your poem reminds me of a beautiful poem for children written by great Malayalam poet of yester-years, Kumaran Aasan: Child says: Ee valliyil ninnu chemme pookkaL Pokunnitha prannamme Aiyo poyikkoode kalippan- amme Vaiyeyenikku parakkan... (Mother, these flowers are flying off from this vine. I wish I could join them; but what a pity, I am not able to fly....) Mother replies: Thettee ninakkuNNee chollaam, nalppoom- pattakaLalle ithellaam... (You are wrong, son... they are not flowers; but butterflies) . Lovely poem, yours Nayanika... Great write..