The Butterfly Poem by Dr John Celes

A butterfly-like I am caught,
Within a house with windows closed;
I see the sunlight through the pane,
And dash my way through glass in vain.

My strength has left my body frame;
With hope anew, I try again;
My wings can't make it through the pane;
My head feels dizzy, lies in pain.

Oh, what a foolish thing, I did
By leaving garden flowers, buds;
I long to sip nectar again;
I want to be in sun and rain.

Oh, what a sorry plight I'm in,
By straying into house, not mine!
Oh, what a stupid thing I did,
And learnt a lesson in the bid!

When accidents happen in life,
We aren't aware of newer strife;
If we had been a little wise,
Our fate need not be compromised.

From bloom to room, and life at stake,
I'm weary and look out of shape;
Sometimes, we know not whence we fly;
Risks too many force you to die!

Fondly dedicated to Paddy
-Padmaja Iyengar

Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-08-2014