A Half Torn Wing
A Half Torn Wing
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In the narrow lanes
Where I lost life
To someone
Who gained mine..
That day, I found a beauty on the road,
A half torn wing of a butterfly,
All black with white spots
Speaking hues as sunshine shone...
Maybe she lived a life so whole,
Or got killed by a toad,
Plucked together with a rose,
Or still flew with half a wing gone.
Knew if she, I wonder,
About the bout of gluttony
What greeny bloat was she,
Before she metamorphosised,
Against all odds.