Who are you that hold me up
When I am weak?
I think that you are a tree
And I am the wind
That blows through your branches
Tingling when touched...
Your leaves soften the breeze
That knows no relief
From the ceaseless momentum
Of life that began
Like a wafting butterfly
Sailing in the sky!
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Metaphors are well defined through the spirit of the poem. When ones existence compared with the wind... the soul here talks as its unseen existence as infinity where life and death are useless factor to be considered. The perfect position of the soul...poet touches that height of imagining such reality. Tree comes out from the conception of Dual existence of Self, explained as Creator and Creation in lower depth of philosophy....But butterfly is unique illustration of colourful life the poet spends through light and shadow of eternal journey to meet that absolute.... Live long...fight more to cultivate light.... Regards, pranab
beautiful. for a second i felt the butterfly with me. dont wast ur talent.
I like this poem Romeo, nice job! I can picture the butterfly in the sky and the wind in the trees!
How intriguing this is. I wrote one: We watch the lazy butterfly - Yet how different it turned out to be. Read mine - Sunlight's World - Adeline
Bursting with beauty like a buterfly! Well done my friend! 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem tat touches my heart and feels as if the butterfly is with me