Little butterfly,
Please take me along with you,
Let me kiss the wide welkin.
Crawl up, tickling me,
Dip and brush my pale fingers,
In your marmalade palette.
~Nayanika Dey
©1882016
Butterflies are the first things that mothers introduce to her little ones. Your poem reminds me of a beautiful poem for children written by great Malayalam poet of yester-years, Kumaran Aasan: Child says: Ee valliyil ninnu chemme pookkaL Pokunnitha prannamme Aiyo poyikkoode kalippan- amme Vaiyeyenikku parakkan... (Mother, these flowers are flying off from this vine. I wish I could join them; but what a pity, I am not able to fly....) Mother replies: Thettee ninakkuNNee chollaam, nalppoom- pattakaLalle ithellaam... (You are wrong, son... they are not flowers; but butterflies) . Lovely poem, yours Nayanika... Great write..
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Crawl up, tickling me, Dip and brush my pale fingers, In your marmalade palette. wonderful imagination dear poetess. you are gifted with that. tony