Butterfly Memories 1

Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings Shimmering and cute they are from my past And a new song the bard in me now sings On two sweet ones from the database vast. “ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue For this insect so loved by old and young But “Chitra” is our star female playback Those days, my son was learning his speak TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant Some years on, a lovely lady I met Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes “A double grandma, I am now” , she said, “ But are those butterflies still there in your place?” “Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”. I knew not then she was Miss India once And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot All that I learnt a little late, by chance. For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem” S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 09 Oct 2011