A Butterfly Fair Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

A Butterfly Fair



Dad, where are we?
We are at a fair, my little fairy,
What sort of fair it is?
Well, a fair of the butterflies.

Dad, can butter fly?
No, how can butter fly?
But a butterfly,
Can certainly fly.

Look, how dazzling the multihued butterflies are!
These are a rare gift of nature, ‘my dear'.

Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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