Flower beds, vivid colors, in a garden or near sea shore
Gives pleasing thoughts, mind relaxing
The beauty is adorable, but something is missing
A lonesome bunch, but friends of all
A fragile being, just like a happy thought
Flying here and there, emitting life
In happy colors are the butterflies
They are an attraction, a beauty i say
They are born to bless the man in a way
But we see not, neither we understand
The tiredness of their work, their short life span
They only give happiness, a gift for beloved
Oh! these tired butterflies......
They are an asset.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem