Sweet Sixteen days are gone!
Never a single day passed by
without crossing my path with butterfly.
I silently wished her Hundred years
Every time she appeared
I wondered always –
Is it a sheer coincidence or a divine blessing?
Come the Twentieth day
I see her no more everyday - day by day...
Neither in a twist of fate nor in a Heavenly Consent!
Today I follow, why sixteen is so sweet!
thats good to know one more poet who writes on BUTTERFLY ....I know, bangalored based great guitarist Chris Avinash, writes his songs on SPARROWs, & i write on CLOUDs.......
ReplyDeleteBTW, hows US buddy ?
Cheers,
wah wah!!! :) this is truly amazing, Deepak! I have read it a few times now, and will read it again ...
ReplyDeleteKeep the poet in you alive and bring out more!
love,
koshy.
Thanks Vinod - I always felt butterfly is the symbol of freedom! Hence the character :)
ReplyDeleteKoshy, Thanks for your comments. you are always my inspiration :)
Deepak,
ReplyDeletenice words as beautiful as the butterfly that crosses paths. nice one... keep them flowing.
Thanks Raghu. I am amateur in front of you :)
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