The Butterfly

As the westerly blew over the grey cloudy sky,

I heard the raindrops playing chords very high,

The potpourri fragranced the room with musky aroma,

My parched soul drenched in overflowing Aloha!

There I saw her fluttering the wings,

Sitting cozily on the window string,

She cut a pretty picture in yellow and pink,

With hues of lavender on her spotty skin!

As the butterfly flapped on the window pane,

I saw her crying in enormous pain,

The body was weak, frail and tired,

But her spirits never retired!

She has traveled a million miles across the shores,

 Over the valleys and vast contours,

Her journey lasted for an entire lifetime,

Today she lay still and sublime!

A question bothered me to my surprise

Aren't we all in a way butterfly?

The journey begins when we step out of a cocoon,

To learn how to labour and toil till noon!