Butterfly Poem by Aftab Alam
Butterfly
I used to sit in a garden or in a park,
And watch children; aren't they singing lark?
Agile-fidgety angelic flowers and butterflies,
One is behind other; catch - catch lovely cries!
For I know butterflies are dream of children,
They are happy to be behind to catch; brethren,
Their happiness pour in my mind and it keeps me alive,
This is the basic instinct brother; never let it die
beautiful................butterflies are dream of children, .....................
lovely write poet, the children's innocence still holds this earth.
Butterflies are the flying beauties in flowers and fragrance and children are always more responsive than adults.
Yes, I do agree with you this sight is wonderful, children playing with butterflies
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4/23/2024 9:50:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Children, flowers, butterflies all these feast our eyes and we enjoy watching them! A sweet poem!