Lessons Of Life Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Ananya sat near the rose bed
In her corner of the garden
Looking at the opening and closing
Of the beautiful butterfly wings

It moved among the roses
Smoothly gliding round them
Displaying navy blue patterns
On soft black velvety base

At last on a flower it landed
And her little palms round it closed
She watched it through the slits
Fluttering between her hands

She let it go at last
Only to find a soft thing
Part of a broken wing
Lodged between two fingers

Her bright eyes lost their lustre
As they followed the flying beauty
Looking a little run down
Its movements a little slow

She grew up to be as pretty
And sprightly as a butterfly
But never again did she try
To keep anything imprisoned