Blue Butterfly

Blue butterflies seek the open blue sky

In search of the seven colours of true love

Waiting for the new spring on their soft way

To come out from the nature’s secret cave.

The flower markets are ready to welcome

The spring with beautiful roses and also

With beautiful roses’ and champas’ rhyme

Thr honeyed lilies welcome it with arioso.

The blue butterflies looks for the reflection 

Of their faces in the petals of blossoms 

To inaugurate the festival of a silver season

Burning in blue flame chase its own dreams.

Intoxicated with the  bakul flowers’ fragrance 

That is floating in wind like restless waves

Wafts from the horizon the butterflies glance

 Rushing into the blossomed springs’ wings.

The tender dreams of love that stirs the mind

Cann’t be shown and told what form it takes

When the seasons are not as gentle as a bud

Blue butterflies still be affectionate to flowers.

In somany unknown words with deep silence

Blue butterflies gossip with the blossoms 

About the blue sky and love of seven colours 

The spring will come with the love colours.

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Cuttack, Odisha, India

©®Biswanath Kar