Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 111,982 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

My Butterfly - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Amazing,
She says you have stars in a blue back ground,
And I have flowers in a green back ground.
Your stars don't become fruits,
But my flowers become fruits with seeds.
He smiled and replied,
It’s my sunlight sweetheart,
Acting as a catalyst,
And without that,
You can't perform this magic.
I smiled and said,
I am a compromise of blue and green.
She whispered in my ears,
My Child! it's not compromise,
It's love!
A butterfly when listened to,
All this conversation,
She interrupted.
You all forgot me,
It's me,
You the ignorant ones,
I arranged this courtship,
And arranged this love!
Who is that butterfly,
The colors are flying,
All my senses,
Are getting something,
My weak eyesight,
With the help of glasses,
When saw the butterfly,
I dashed to embrace,
I jumped to kiss,
But I cannot fly.
Do you know?
Who was that lovely butterfly?
That left me alone,
And flown somewhere!
You are my friend,
I can tell you everything.
I can guess,
I too had a butterfly,
She was my teen age!
(Being inspired by a post seen on Valsa George’s page on the Facebook)

Topic(s) of this poem: teenage


Comments about My Butterfly by Akhtar Jawad

  • (3/29/2015 7:02:00 AM)


    Sweet and beautiful........................10 (Report) Reply

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  • Hazel Durham (3/26/2015 9:24:00 AM)


    A butterfly is a symbol of youth running free with vivid colours of opportunities that are just waiting for youth to embrace, the butterfly is in our souls all we have to do is let our imagination run free that will release our inner butterfly!
    Beautiful, inspired write!
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  • Mark Heathcote (3/25/2015 9:58:00 PM)


    Nice poem enjoyed this read thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (3/25/2015 4:19:00 AM)


    Beautiful Poem..... Awesome...10 on 10 (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/25/2015 12:31:00 AM)


    This is indeed lovely! That butterfly has not flown away! It is in your mind! Perhaps your weak body may not be able to travel everywhere, but the butterfly hidden inside will lift you up on its wings and take you to imagination's higest peaks as seen here! Thank you for this generous acknowledgement! I feel honoured! (Report) Reply

  • (3/24/2015 6:23:00 PM)


    It's beautiful and lovely.................10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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