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.
Sandhya
25.01.2010
