Came lazy and stretched summer afternoon <br />Nothing to do, you chase a butterfly <br />Its wings swiftly flutters <br />Balancing the load of sunrays <br />On the colored fragile wings. <br /> <br />Led by your impatience and its instinct <br />You see a man sitting on a rock <br />Sculpted beautifully by time and flowing water <br />With tilted head and drooping shoulders <br />His infinitely long arms, <br />Tries to grasp, the ever escaping lament, <br />carried by water <br /> <br />swept by the eternal current <br />he witness many ages go by <br />at the edge of futile endeavor, <br />you wipe out the stained fingers, <br />with the mildew colors, <br />left by the wings<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-thing-immortality/
