Look here,
butterflies Fluttering
In the garden…
Oh! What are they talking about?
Is it that,
They enjoy
Gentle breeze and tickling wings?
Or,
They feel worn out..
To hold back
In the shaking gust?
Is it that,
They are parched
In the scorching heat
For fresh water..
Or,
They are in the wrestle
For their last breath?
Look now..
Are they whispering something?
To the flower!
Is it that,
Oh You!
The Honeyless flower!
We hate you…
Or,
Oh! Our Dear candied flower,
Our breath lie in you!
In your sweet nectaries!
Look here,
Waving
The beautifully painted wings,
What do they murmer now?
Or,
Over
a long..long time?
Oh!
What am I looking here passively?
All these time!
Freezing myself to a Stony life..
Sunitha Ganesh
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