I thought I would knock at your doors a trillion times,
One day you would deem my pesterings were no crimes.
I was a prehistoric fool.
It was a stubborn desire to make you listen to the songs of my soul,
But in the nineteenth century Darwin duly understood
That I would be doomed.
Your thoughts were rightly read by evolutionary psychology,
Your rejection seems no more fuzzy.
After your denial I was overwhelmed,
Now my days are not cut short, but my wings are pinioned.
Meanings bloom in the mortal wings of a butterfly;
With the intensity of stars, stay awake villages of the great sky.
Among the meanings of money, love will always fade.
Among the meanings of body, you will always find a blade.
Now, I care no more; but I don't like not to care.
After your denial I was overwhelmed, Now my days are not cut short, but my wings are pinioned. Meanings bloom in the mortal wings of a butterfly; With the intensity of stars, stay awake villages of the great sky. - A caterpillar has now transformed into a butterfly on whose wings meanings bloom, and thanks to the denials that were instrumental in bringing the change.
contd she knows so like a butterfly she goes into the dungeons of darkness our minds suppose but she knows the grief that within us shall like compost grow and now we also know why did she go to make us live in her memory all along what do you poets suppose
You have the essence of a lover poet the fragrance of a Rose yet in one's life memories one can't dispose in the garbage bin of time we all suppose it still lingers in our minds why she left so much a heavy weight that none can bear to forget her is a hazardous task she knows pt 2....
Meanings bloom in the mortal wings of a butterfly; With the intensity of stars, stay awake villages of the great sky. Among the meanings of money, love will always fade..................i do not like not to care...........your brain works wonderfully to present such images in a very creative manner. lovely poem.. tony
A thought provoking poem beautifully crafted. There are times when the rejection that we got in life fuels us to soar. Our failures are sometimes our wings to fly to distant places and at times we can even claim the sky. A great piece full of wisdom.10
Thanks for your poetic comment. Your comment itself is a piece of exquisite poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through self wings you can knock at sky for trillion times. An amazing essence is transferred through this brilliant poem. Meanings bloom in the mortal wings of a butterfly. A brilliantly penned poem is shared here...10
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