SO SPAKE THE BUTTERFLY..

A silken splash of color
Black streaks on red
But a wing that is broken
Is of no use, they said

A whirring jumble of metal
Slicing through the air
Ran through my body
Smash, rent & tear

A creature of light I used to be
Flying far and near
But dark is my world now
Numbed with pain and fear

‘spring is upon the valley now’,
The flowers are telling me.
‘my spring is past’, I tell them,
‘I cannot drink from thee,now’

A cocoon opens on the mulberry tree
To reveal my sister, crumpled and weak
But before long she flies away
To a future I no longer seek

Cold is the touch of death on my brow
As fresh as the winter dew
I shall go now, into oblivion,
Not broken anymore, but new
perhaps.
love i might still,again!