See a butterfly emerge from its cage
Out from its cocoon, unto a new page.
Yet on both worlds has it dwelt, a native,
Birthing the house wive's twilight narrative.
Again, the sun o'er our country cottage.
It raced the naked sky, kissed earth's foliage,
Shouting freedom as it woke from its eve.
This picture yet from my mind could not leave.
Also, an image of an Hindu sage,
All his life's sorrow now he would assuage.
Leaping to the Mukti he did conceive.
His embrace with Brahman how so massive.
You ask where I have seen this image?
In Twiggy's left eye of Shakti lineage.
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