Ramanan Duraiswami Poet Rhyme

The Butterfly

I looked out my window,
	At the gloomy grey sky.
When I saw a butterfly,
	Flitting blissfully by.

Unfettered by worries,
	Not shackled by woe,
A blithe Lepidoptera,
	And its aerial show.

The patter of raindrops,
	Fazed it not a bit,
Blithely it glided,
	On my window did sit.

Ever so nonchalantly,
	It fluttered its wings.
Not a care in the world,
	What a fortunate thing!

 If only my soul,
	Could a butterfly be.
Gallivant in my small world,
	Unburdened and free!

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Michelle Smith September 25, 2024 at 12:28 PM Butterflies always delight and inspire :) … have you read The Last Butterfly by Pavel Friedman Ramanan Duraiswami September 26, 2024 at 12:14 AM Very true. Glad you liked my poem.

Christina Bowring June 13, 2024 at 2:24 AM This is such a beautiful, delightful poem Ramanan. Such a wonderful flow and rhyme. So gentle and serene. I especially love the last stanza. I’ve looked at a bird once and thought the same,’ Oh to be alive and free and able to soar the sky’. So enjoyed reading this. You are a great poet and it would be lovely to see you post more. Many blessings to you x Ramanan Duraiswami June 13, 2024 at 3:32 AM Thank you so much for your generous praise Christina! Very kind of you! God bless you always. Regards.