The Butterfly Poem by Indrani Ananda

Before you sweep this fragile life away
Know also that I, too, behold the light of day.
Neither why nor wherefore do I ask
Of things,
To question what is so, or seek for change.
A summer's hour is but a span of lifelong joy;
One minute fragment of a grassy bank
Is my wide world,
Perceived through many-windowed eyes.
A satin petal on the pollened air
I fall....
I fall,
A satin petal on the pollened air
Perceived through many-windowed eyes.
Is my wide world
One minute fragment of a grassy bank?
A summer's hour is but a span of lifelong joy
To question what is so, or seek for change
Of things.
Neither why nor wherefore do I ask -
Know also that I, too, behold the light of day
Before you sweep this fragile life away.