I used to sit in a garden or in a park, <br />And watch children; aren't they singing lark? <br />Agile-fidgety angelic flowers and butterflies, <br />One is behind other; catch - catch lovely cries! <br /> <br />For I know butterflies are dream of children, <br />They are happy to be behind to catch; brethren, <br />Their happiness pour in my mind and it keeps me alive, <br />This is the basic instinct brother; never let it die<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-200/
