|From Butterfly Park, Bannerghatta|
Butterflies spreading their freedom in the air,
Their journey to some unknown gardens,
Their pranks and their magical aspects,
Always, sources of gusto, to me.
I have a fancy to follow them,
To find out their sleeps,
On the laps of some sleepy leaves,
And in the hearts of some drooped flowers.
Far away from my sight, are their homes,
But loving to chase their coloured thoughts,
I do have a mind with wings, and coloured dreams,
And I wish to meet them in the sky, some day,
Near the bosom of some unknown,
But highly fragrant flower.