A butterfly's jolly flight
Took it to my garden
Innocuously and solemnly
It flew making me admire its
Graceful and exotic wings
Its iridescent glory,
The grossness of its beauty
Seizing all my senses.
It perched on my flower
I couldn't control how it flies
Around here with a cloud so intense
To behold,
I called its attention severally
To no avail,
Deaf and near death
To my own chagrin
Until its fluffy wings
Drove it into the cobwebs
Laid by a giant spider.
It's so painful
To see it no more
That glorious and solemn mien
Deep into the hate of the world
That's what happens to a drunken
Roach that procures sobriety
In the entrails of the lizard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful butterfly at first phase..the lovely scene of nature created..the evil at second...contrary...death created... Lovely illustration of how the bad prevails... Thumbs up...