BUTTERFLY

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 difers 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 measure The measure of emotions depth I face everyday in my shattered hamlet Shades of all emotions flutter away. A moment is myriads of moods An alchemy of human minds Which make a colourful bouquet Rich in beauty and variety. The dotted and spotted birth-marks Of my childhood fascination Eyes feasted on colours and hues of butterflies And see the same lustre flutters in every human. Stankaka