poem by rishi
Tearing off the soft wings of butterfly
One by one
With the precision of a professional killer
“Have you ever cared to catch a
Have you ever held it in between your fingers?
Have you ever cared to look into its eyes?
Have you ever dared to go anywhere near this lovely Insect?
I have done it all and more
Thus I am entitled to torture it to the core.
Butchering a butterfly is my prerogative.”
Changing colours as chameleon
_Now modern, now primitive
She started penning poem supreme
on butterfly maimed.
Engulfed in fear am I here
Praying for her dear ones’welfare.