The butterfly

Perched delicately atop a sun kissed petal

In a garden blooming to serenade spring

She sits daintily sipping on the sweet nectar.

 

Wings a cornucopia of colors that herald

Jubilance, portend hope and endurance,

In her bucolic charms she vies with the florets.

 

Shielding the blooms from the buzzing bees

She wields her wings like mighty shields

Flapping and unfurling them to the lazy breeze.

 

The fragrant blossoms welcome her intrusion;

This invasion of their privacy, through

Which she pollinates, helps them procreate.

Image – Krzysztof Niewolny via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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