Butterfly

The wings of the butterflies in beautiful color

Children likes them so much as well as the grown ups
Their flying, their companions, their selection of flowers
All are beautiful to observe as a child's plays
They comes in groups and pairs and flies quite often
The rare scenery which we likes to see
We forget the tensions of life and also pains
That makes us the life miserable and conditioned
The bright, dim and and different colors they looks
More beautiful to see in dawn and near dusk
The nature's talent of creation is so precious
No one can question its total perfection
Alas! its longevity is so small and limited
The death is imminent only a full day
Still it performs well in its glory and pride
Exhibiting the talents throughout the life span
Though short and limited in a brief period
Butterflies are the wonders of world and nature
Just like the rainbows in the open sky we see.

by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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Sir, I wish you would write in your native language. The English is quite stilted and difficult to read. There is a beauty about butterflies, I admit, but I don't see it in your poem. The butterfuly, the cabbage white, His honest idiocy of flight, Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight, Yet who knows so well as I, He has a just sense of how not to fly. Even the acrobatic swift Has not his flying-crooked gift. Robert Graves
The joy in playing with those short lived butterflies is inexplicable. The ultimate pleasure drawn in catching them and playing with them is recalled. Beautiful read Sir!
Butterflies short lived beauty of creation.A nice work.
a beautiful poem symbolized by a beautiful butterfly- i like it
such a pleasure to see them as well reading this... thanks a lot..
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