A sapphire blue butterfly
In the park,
Fleeted from this flower
To that,
It caught the attention
Of a pony tailed girl,
She stopped running around,
Stood still and watched.
The butterfly fleeted about
With it's brightly coloured wings,
The girl gazed mesmerised,
For a few minutes.
The child in her
Stirred to life,
She tried catching it,
The butterfly fluttered
And went out of sight.
A flicker of regret
Shadowed the girls face,
Perhaps for a few seconds.
She was a child after all,
She ran after the ball.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
In the park,
Fleeted from this flower
To that,
It caught the attention
Of a pony tailed girl,
She stopped running around,
Stood still and watched.
The butterfly fleeted about
With it's brightly coloured wings,
The girl gazed mesmerised,
For a few minutes.
The child in her
Stirred to life,
She tried catching it,
The butterfly fluttered
And went out of sight.
A flicker of regret
Shadowed the girls face,
Perhaps for a few seconds.
She was a child after all,
She ran after the ball.
© 2009 Rituparna Das
