Butterfly Dying Poem by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Butterfly Dying
Now each to its own breath.
Every time it happens,
there's no one else.
The beating of shred wings
in a diaphragm of pain,
mute, in a language
of inability to lift into the air.
This trying hard.
Still trying harder.
God, see this.
Appear now,
light as a common flower,
before the proud coiled tongue stiffens.
Do not stop or look.
This blind flutter.
Or if you stop by,
please do not stare.
Congratulations being chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day. TOP Marks and TFS.
Poignant picture. Reminded me of "Veena Poovu" by the great Malayalam Poet of yesteryears Kumaran Asan. Here too, the poet says "Kanne madanguka…" Congratulations, dear poet on the poem Selected as The Poem Of The Day
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