Arun Kolatkar

(1 November 1932 – 25 September 2004 / Maharashtra / India)

The Butterfly - Poem by Arun Kolatkar

There is no story behind it.
It is split like a second.
It hinges around itself.

It has no future.
It is pinned down to no past.
It's a pun on the present.

Its a little yellow butterfly.
It has taken these wretched hills
under its wings.

Just a pinch of yellow,
it opens before it closes
and it closes before it o

where is it?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 29, 2012



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