A Butterfly Is a Butterfly
It was a bright beautiful morning!
A bunch of human beings,
Who claimed themselves, butterfly watchers,
Entered into a beautiful garden,
Filled with butterflies,
Of various colors, forms, shapes, structures, sizes…!
Observing and analyzing,
Diverse aspects of butterflies,
This was what, by way of thought, they said:
Witnessing the strife toward,
Existence of the butterflies, they said:
Strife is the bliss of life…!
Noticing the solemn flying nature, they said:
Single-mindedness is the sense of duty…!
Perceiving the mutual relationship,
Between the butterflies and flowers, they said:
Agape all times alters altitudes,
As in deserts, an oasis alters even altitudes…!
Seeing the young and old, men and women,
Running after the butterflies, they said:
Fly after butterflies, that you might feel,
As though born-again…!
Discerning the temporary and tentative
Nature of the butterflies, they said:
One must know that life is nothing but
Just a quintessence of dust…!
Judging the nature of butterflies,
This way and that, they said:
Neti… Neti… which means,
Neither this nor that…!
Pondering over the short and flimsy
Life-span of butterflies, they said:
Laissez-faire…!
Thus, the self-styled butterfly watchers,
Went on creating various concepts,
Philosophies and theologies on butterflies…!
But, the butterflies, just kept on flying,
And fluttering around characteristically –
Calm…!
Quiet…!
Composed…!
Carefree…!
Normal…!
Natural…!
Unruffled…!
Untroubled…!
This is because –
Whether one appreciates or depreciates a butterfly,
One should know the actual fact, that –
Ultimately –
A butterfly is a butterfly…!
09 October 2021
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