Poem by Moubani Sorcar. Actress & Famous Dancer.
Butterflies sit on my nose,
What beautiful bright colours I suppose,
God was in a joyous moment too,
When he chose to put life on its wings,
An emblem of things to start anew,
And Spring with open arms as it sings,
Knowing that paradise has its own symbols,
I am a toy , a puppet in humanity’s
carnival,
A graffiti which can be wiped out on times’ wall,
Yet the winged little dainty pest,
Put my heart to a test,
And I feel spring is here to stay,
As incompetence in any way,
Is not the holy way of work,
And the prancing butterfly will
joyfully lurk.
In mood and fragrance,
It is this dance,
That makes a smile deep,
Dew drops will drench and seep,
From every petal and leaf,
They will start a new story
And knit and weave,
Prancing dusty coloured powdered memory.
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