Tuesday, February 2, 2010


My child
With Keen instinctive skills
Folded her white hand kerchief
This way, that way as folio
And shouted

Mom, See the butterfly

Though I saw in her hand
Whiten cloth as if in fold
I saw thousand butterflies
Fluttering flying in its glee
In the garden of her mind
Through her sparkling joyful eyes.