Butterfly On Pretty Rose/Sonnet - 1 - Poem by palani varadarajan
Fly fly Butterfly:
Pretty Rose cry pityingly.
How dare you sit on me!
Who will come and conserve me?
Oh! leaves bunch of leaves:
Can't you give a push atleast?
Oh! stems sticky stems:
Can't you make a strike atonce?
Oh! God what I can:
Kith and kin are deaf and dumb.
Ok, ok Butterfly:
Why can't we like live comradely?
Don't fly Butterfly:
It is certain 'I will die'.
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