A butterfly finds its way back <br /> <br />It was a drift from the path <br />It took place sometime back <br />Because our heroine sensed a lack <br />In the taste of nectar in the flower of the park <br /> <br />To the same park this flock of butterflies <br />Used to come and enjoy the sweet and nice <br />Nectar in the red and blue poppies <br />And fly back with this sweetened hobby <br /> <br />It was more an excuse than a reason <br />For this drift, but a thought’s treason <br />To deviate and critically question <br />All that were followed in mindless unison <br /> <br />Our young colourful one with whistle <br />In her wings, over a time turned hostile <br />To this tradition and thought it futile <br />To be in the flock and went away for a while <br /> <br />Others in the group became worried <br />Wondering where she would have been carried <br />Was she in the insect flower got buried <br />Or was by ants after an injury curried <br /> <br />One fine morning suddenly the butterfly was sighted <br />And she joined the flock as if nothing got slighted <br />And told others she followed the path less lighted <br />For a flower who became with her less delighted <br /> <br />She expressed to join the flower of flock’s choice <br />And be ever with it without making any further noise <br />The flock has no words to say but to rejoice <br />The retrieval of the butterfly with her vouching voice<br /><br />Bashyam Narayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-butterfly-finds-its-way-back/
