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

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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