Butterfly

Butterfly I wandered lonely, but aimly, In the orchard to suck the honey In the fruits with my small mouth. My wings are different colors It shows the quality of mine Children likes me, because The attraction of my wing color. I stroll in earth , for a honey There, I saw a child Both of us took a glance Then, he came to catch me, But I ran fastly He planned to catch me The child shown me a cup of honey, I forget the celestial world and his plan In a delight, in a moment, I sucked the honey, Then, almost I filled my belly, I fly Alas!!! But I can’t The playful and cruel child, closed In a bottle, now I’m Surveying for air…again The cruel child came and saw me… He took the scissor and opened the lid He cut my beautiful wings, almost I dead, lastly I thought Some people like enchanting objects Like my wing but some of them Like to spoil, like the urchin… U.S.AURROBINDHAN