One beautiful spring day <br />A tiny sparkle o f white eggs lay <br />On a mulberry tree green and fine <br />In a garden of blooms and vine <br />Then, into a caterpillar it grew <br />Nibbling the leaves, stronger it blew <br />Delicate and dainty it hung upside down <br />A chrysalis formed by spinning a cocoon <br />An Exotic yellow butterfly <br />Finally sprang out gracefully <br />Prettier than all others in the garden <br />Soon she was the target of everyone around <br />An enchantress she was of her kind <br />Unaware of the danger lying ahead <br />She fluttered from flower to flower <br />Singing merrily and sipping sweet nectar <br />Then, out of nowhere appeared a rascal brat <br />Holding a long stick with glue as a vicious trap <br />It stuck on to her dainty wings <br />And she was caught in the strings <br />Day and night she schemed on a way out <br />At last, out of a tiny spout <br />She crept out to see daylight <br />But, alas it wasn’t the end of her plight <br />In vain, the vagabond hunted her and chased <br />As she flew away and raced <br />A psychopath with no rational thought <br />No sympathy offered and sought <br />Crushed her delicate wings in his palm <br />Injured, yet miraculously safe of harm <br />Climb higher she did indeed <br />Sheer willpower as a shield <br />Out of breath, on a tree she rested <br />Her heart weak and untreated <br />Her abode, solid and secure on the ground <br />Move anywhere from the tree, she dare not <br />Terrified of again being victimized <br />The memory as a nightmare, still haunted <br />Yet in her heart she longed endlessly <br />To be free and roam the earth painlessly <br />One more time in this life, without any doubt <br />Before closing her eyes for the final round<br /><br />Aminath Neena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crushed-butterfly/
