The Butterfly Man! Engr Dr Naila Hina

He is made of butterflies 

A thousand butterflies 

Incarcerate him abounds  

His being with flying colours  

Olive skinned thin-edged  

With pomegranate rusts  

Orange with creativity, 

Youth, and Enthusiasm

When he is happy, these 

Butterflies move in vigorous  

Motions motivating him to.  

Further better conquests  

His soul flies on the skies  

And into the butter fields  

Exploring forests of Beauty 

Hidden in the dark jungles  

Or bright nights of stars  

Shining like burning diamonds  

On sunny days when cool 

Breezy rainbow arcs horizons  

He is made of love supreme 

Arms expend, yearns, flies!