Sunlit Butterfly Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Sunlit Butterfly

Sunlit butterflies of my youth.
I was five years old then
In a privately landscaped city
In a heavenly place.

I returned thirty years later
And one butterfly of the same kind
Flew next to my bus window
Then disappeared.

It reminded of my childhood
When I pinched it's wings for a while
And the buttercup like yellow butterfly's
Wing powder stayed on my little fingers.

That butterfly's children's child
Came to my bus to say hi
As if to remind me of my youth
In that privately landscaped city.

Then the bus just drove by
And I sadly said goodbye
To the child of that butterfly
Who's yellow powdered wings pinched in my childhood.