By Vishal Joshi
Swinging with the wind on petals,
Tiny wings do not know any battles.
Lovely are the hues it has,
Tell me butterfly what thought thou possess!
Thy is the wolrd of beauty and joy,
And ours is the trembling Troy
Where none wins but dreams shatter
And thou make the flower better.
Our hearts are the withered places,
Painted smiles do hide pale faces.
Make hurriedly them thy lovely seat,
Let them touch so tender feet.
Thy thought then no will be differ
From us if thy world we prefer.
Dear Vishal,
You have nicely define the beauty, Nature and innocence by the example of butterfly.. very nice