BUTTERFLY

My wings of fancy are you butterfly More beautiful than lovely woods And ice clad mountain tops On your wings I see the hues of life My childhood memories revive Oh butterfly, you still talk to me Of those wide eyed days of curiosity To talk later about you to the world Come of age,I still really find Your spotted wings of deep colours Flutter away like the hues of life One different from the other like pages of history Man deffers in his thump impressions Likewise moments are lived out. In my joint family in a moment, One is happy another sad, the third very proud. There is no meter to fathom The measure of emotions' depth I face every day in my shattered hamlet Shades of all emotions flutter away. Fr.S. Kakkanat