Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Butterfly


No one saw it open its wings so wide
the butterfly that came out of its pod,
with the passage of time and tide.

No one saw who put
the colours on those delicate wings.
The wings with which it
flew on soft and gentle winds.

Who drew the sketches so fine?
The rainbow up there?
or the yellow sunshine!!!

Who gave you all those hues?
The passing winds,
or the sky so blue?

It jumped up with joy,
dancing in the air.
Sending splashes of colour,
with brilliant flares.

Flitting from flower to flower,
it drank its nectar sweet.
What a wonderful joy,
to have such a treat.

No one saw you turn
into a beautiful thing.
A thing of wonder,
coming like a whiff of spring.

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit