A
Blue Butterfly
I M R U L K A Y E S
Once a blue butterfly touched my
teenage mind
I awake up feeling her enchanted
touch.
In my boyhood she drew her sketch on
me
Of and on as she wish
She filled up my mind full blossomed
All around my life, there were
dream-fests
I was then a hero of omnipotence.
But she was lost in quest of spring
honey.
As a child abundant toys after his
play being over
The blue butterflies come to life and
go away
Millions of hearts get broken.
I am now busy in mending the broken
heart
And planting the trodden dreams of
life
I’m only arranging
mending
and
rearranging…
24 September
2018
Khulna
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