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Like flitting butterflies

From rose to rose,

I, too, rush between my chores.

While butterflies show grace, I grimace.

‘Cos I feel my share

Of nectar is always scarce.



Grey clouds that shadow sky,

In showers come pouring down.

But hovering doubts in my head,

I let them blacken out.

While the clouds drizzle below,

I go sizzling out.



Dew of night rests on the bud,

By morn, the flower blooms

Wearing watery pearls.

But, I like the cactus,

Suck inside, all the tears of night.



That withers my heart and

Wanes the smile.

To find, amidst meadows,

Pretty butterflies on a sunny day,

Little change in outlook,

Is all that it takes.


© Radhika Saboo, 2005 (all rights reserved)