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O, My darling butterfly!
Why are you caged in a textbook?
Tell me who your cruel catcher is.
I shall burn his book!
O, My darling butterfly!
I cannot praise you enough,
For giving me so much to reflect:
Your kind is plenty everywhere,
In species galore in myriad colors,
I am sure you can survive anywhere;
For God taught you to exist
And buzz around His unmoving face
Warning of predators
Like a flower He was truly
O, My darling butterfly!
Amazing are your three births
One as a tiny egg;
Two as a fuzzy monstrous caterpillar:
Your thousand legs give me creeps any day
Save your coiling at the touch of a bird;
You are hungry as ever
To eat up the whole forest,
On an eating spree for days with no wink,
Just you fatten up and slumber away
Soundly thereafter over a season;
And lo as pupa you turned into,
A furry and cozy Chrysalis,
A virtual lab of God within His lab,
Wherein you spin yarn
From your mouth
Like poets churn the lines,
Silky threads that build
A thick cocoon around yourself,
Tucked safely under a branch or leaf,
Finally, you shred skins like our sins,
And to metamorphose
Into a lovely butterfly you are,
Fluttering in swooning circles,
Hopping from one flower to the other,
Getting high on the sweet nectar
From your protruding neck for breakfast
From those deep bottoms
Of your flowering mates,
Those have copious bases you recoil,
Probe once more though all filled up,
And sway onto dew on the grass blades
To have one for the road!
O, My darling butterfly!
I get pity seeing you behind the glass,
Wings half clipped and disabled, scales of multicolor,
Pigment powders gone from all your sections,
Falling like pollen grain, you transmit,
Baring your centre naked and vulnerable,
For all of us to mistake you for an ordinary moth,
That I do not like to see
For I know who you are,
And I promise I shall catch hold of that cruel boy,
Who caught you and put his separated fingers,
In his own class text,
Adjacent to your fossil wings,
For the young devil to remember,
And teach a lesson to his friends
What will fetch such cruelty to animals?
O, My darling butterfly!
Why not we forgive the small boy for once,
He knew not about you and your kind so well,
That you are the reason to disperse life,
To different corners of earth,
And truly you are the angelic god messenger,
And the boy was too unaware,
That the first bloom opened up in his garden
Had in fact been from the plant
Sprouted from a seed
You transfused on his landscape,
Through pollen picked from distant forests,
This you did exactly when flying
Past his very window,
And seeing him deep asleep in vacation days,
When you likened his face to a new flower,
And could not resist shaking your legs out of joy,
For you loved the boy better than flowers...
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