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