When I closed my eyes,
There was a giant butterfly
Its wings had small rounded mirrors,
I thought Nature is suggestive
not imaginative, like what I was seeing,
I wanted to open my eyes,
but may be something stopped me,
And I let it free to flow as it wishes
The butterfly was falling, not flying
I let it come down,
As it neared, I didn't see the mirrors
They were rain droplets
Now, I could see those suggestive drawings
So detailed and charming,
No doubt, only Nature could drew them
I cleared the droplets from its wings,
But just to add to my agony,
All the drawings washed away,
Butterfly was light again and flew away,
And I saw the dark clouds,
Through its trasnparent wings,
And I knew, it is going to rain again
There was a giant butterfly
Its wings had small rounded mirrors,
I thought Nature is suggestive
not imaginative, like what I was seeing,
I wanted to open my eyes,
but may be something stopped me,
And I let it free to flow as it wishes
The butterfly was falling, not flying
I let it come down,
As it neared, I didn't see the mirrors
They were rain droplets
Now, I could see those suggestive drawings
So detailed and charming,
No doubt, only Nature could drew them
I cleared the droplets from its wings,
But just to add to my agony,
All the drawings washed away,
Butterfly was light again and flew away,
And I saw the dark clouds,
Through its trasnparent wings,
And I knew, it is going to rain again