Butterfly In My Hand
Janmashtami, is an annual celebration of the birth of the Hindu deity Krisna, the eighth avatar of Vishnu. A baby boy took birth on the same day, let's see what happens ...
Butterfly in my hand
( Avant-garde Haibun)
A star fell apart
from the rain bathed monsoon sky -
Janmashtami night
I was born with a butterfly in my hand. A few croaking frogs and chirping crickets were the witnesses. My parents named me after the Lord - "Krishna". I used to play with the flying colours of rainbow. A pair of dreamy eyes was my sole belonging. Now, my little angelic hands break coals, wash dishes and your cars, serve platters. My world is restricted to the periphery of a Dhaba.
Your hypocrisy -
enslaved your God and your shame
renamed me " Chhotu"
Don't need your pity;
Give me back my lost childhood
and the butterfly ...
Dhaba : Roadside open restaurant / eatery.
Chhotu : little boy
For contest : My favourite forms - Haibun or Sonnet
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2015
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