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    I wrote a little something that I want to share with you.

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    "A lonely little butterfly".
    I was a lonely little butterfly, out of my cocoon, this is just my day 5.
    I fly a million miles for a single drop of delicious nectar.
    Flying and searching, maybe I just wandered too far.
    Now this lonely butterfly is lost and cold.
    " never go out at night" his friends always told.Sky was hungry like an infant, it gulped down every speck of light.
    Masquerading every known route and limiting my flight.I had rest somewhere safe, somewhere nice.
    But I've never been out under dark skies.That's when I saw her.
    Her radiance was unparalleled.
    She hung there in a house, calmly, swinging to the rhymes of cool blizzards.
    It wasn't easy to reach her, the path was perilous.
    Insects and animals of different genus.
    Her warmth wasn't reserved to me alone.
    She radiated her warmth to all of us.
    I wanted to near her so badly, lie against her and feel her body.
    A moth surpassed me in my race, and pressed against her glass his face.
    He was burnt to ashes, beauty truly is dangerous.
    ( she is a light bulb hanging in a farmer's house. )
    Should I be happy should I be sad?
    Should I find a new mate or lament my fate?
    Increases my heart rate, diminishes my faith.
    I rested at a corner far from her powerful radiance, flocked by insects, stuck in a menace.
    I love her, but she can't be mine. Ok, that's fine!Dawn has finally come, clearing the night and my mind. My decision was made. She is warm, she's kind. I'll visit her everyday, staring her from far away. Just then that vile farmer switched her life off.
    ( because it is morning now).
    Her once great splendor is now growing slim and dim.
    All other insects desert her. But I won't.
  • #586852
    The life and journey of a butter fly has been better narrated by the author and for many we does not know the life of the beautiful butterflies with varied color and combination soothing to our eyes. Good try.
    K Mohan
    'Idhuvum Kadandhu Pogum "
    Even this challenging situation would ease

  • #586908
    Wow nicely narrated about the life of butterfly.....
    A blunt knife or rusted knife can't be useful for anything just for the sake we call it as the knife similar to PayTM series or Sachin or Virat records.

  • #586997
    Yes nice poem on the life cycle of butterfly. It coincide when I have listened to a piece of audio of a RJ that if we go on roaming to catch the butterflies, we wont, but if we watch and look at them calmly, it may even come to us though this is told in comparison with the peace but I really visualise the flying of roaming and in fact watching it is very nice.
    Nice to be in ISC and feel the difference.

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