Color of Butterfly

Impressed by its color I went to chase it, Taking small steps towards the direction it flew. Those white stripes on its wings seem to reflect the sun rays, The yellow border on its body was the color of sun itself. Wandering after some time, it sat on a blossom, Without being noticed, I caught its wings between my fingers. The color I admired most, now slowly started to wane, In no time, a part of its color was on my finger, and it flew away. Blaming myself for that act, I asked my dad why it happened? Lifting me in his arms he said, "This is all the work of nature. When we try to know someone and get close to them, They are bound to show their true hue." I held the hands that were lifting me, there was no color dwindling from him, Maybe I was too naive to notice, he was his true self in front of me.