'It's very hard to identify in the heat of the summer.
Hey! Mysterious collector, please do not hurt the caterpillar.
Let her sleep in the cocoon and your mischievous butterfly
probably flew to some other ground.
Why don't you call by her name? ' The old gardener questioned him.
'Her name is butterfly so far but I think she has changed her name purposely.' The trespasser replied.
The butterfly is always elusive, often the subject of poetry. Its beauty and brevity has inspired the poet's pen time out of mind. To think of one as mischievous is indeed original. Light hearted write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a cute little poem written with a chuckle and fine brush-strokes. I am reminded of Alice's Bread-and-butterfly. Gorgeous poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥