By Donita Ningombam
How I wish I could see you fly
Across those green grasses,
When the dark clouds roar high up there.
But your tiny wings are too fragile and broken too.
I can hear your little heart go pit a pat.
It must have been bleeding,
Watching those flies make their flight,
Towards the ever spaceous sky.
Can you hear mine throbbing?
But dear, how torn and broken you are ,
You are still the same to me-
A beautiful dragonfly