The Personifier of Beauty – My Butterfly!

Remembering my childhood days…

Along with my friends I used to hunt butterflies with craze

Blue, Yellow, White & Red, all appeared so colorful and beautiful!

The more I go behind, the more they seem to go away

Until one day I decided to stop chasing

And just watch them enjoy their blissful way

Many butterflies flew by my swinging garden

Many were forgotten in this beautiful flight

A very countable few could make a mark

And are remembered for life!

O Dear Personifier of Beauty – My Butterfly!

Have you imagined what print are you leaving behind

And how the ambiance is influenced by just your presence?

I hope you could feel little bit of serenity in my garden, if not all...

I hope you could enjoy little bit the taste of the nectar, if not all…

I hope you would remember the melodies of atleast some Ballads…

…written and sung just for you!