Wings of butterfly fluttering
Hold all the colours of imaginations
The brown butterfly with its black edges shinning
Seems to mellow little one's emotions
Can two eyes be at logger heads?
Distant I see larger dreams take root
Is the visions of both not the same always?
Shy scrappers of our remotest dreams taken to boot?
I walk regale and with easy stride
And why not? I have decided to fight for self pride
Just have let the world muted in outer vision remain
As I walk to recover from lost self respect's dark stain!
Insanity almost fluttered into my life
To imprison me with strong persistent arms
If it were not for the will of God why strife?
So I mute accept my cup of tea even if it slight alarms! !
Up in the air so light, up in the air without a care
It flutters before my eyes representing freedom
I mesmerised watch, stepping away afraid a little; not life scare! !
Hungry the poor fellow appears
Hankers to with pride; to alight on honeyed bloom
All its shyness soon disappears
As lovely blue and pink flowers nod without gloom.........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Butterfly is the symbol of dream. Fine presentation. Thanks. Tapas, West Bengal, India.