The Butterfly Poem by Susmit Panda

The butterfly was out in my business
Over restive sandals without recess;
Crazed was she, for she had known
A secret which is mine own;
What joy her electric fans had met!
She had only known that I'm a poet;

This she, like a secret yet,
Murmured to each bud and leaflet;
Each oleander she told and flew
(To some she transported anew)
She sat on each and gushed away,
Who else was so happy and gay!

Till each branch and root knew
The raw news that she blew,
And the orchard entire mutely spoke
Of this, the fruits, the flower-folk;
Grass and weed whispered in frenzy
What the butterfly said about me.