The Butterfly Didn'T Return
In the morning air I see a butterfly waft
The rising sun drapes its wings
With colors dripping from a pallet
Of the glassy sky
The hues made of melted rainbow
The monsoon clouds gifted to the horizon
The night before when it rained.
The butterfly landed in my garden
On the flower that had the touch of my lips
I whispered a song on its wings
Told it to carry along
And sing to you my song.
The flower waited and withered
The butterfly didn’t return.
September 25, 2017.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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