The Bright Ornate Butterfly...

I stood upon a hill top and my thoughts were still,

A butterfly flew past its bright ornate wings

Caused a slight murmur in the still winter air,

Crushing the silence so melodious to the ear...

And it was then that my thoughts ran wild like a bewildered deer in the vast dry dessert....

I had so far thought I had it all...

A dream fulfilled, not a memory lost!

Expectations lived upto and friends that I prized,

Joys of an explorer, learnings of the wise,

Blessings of a mother and wings to fly,

Riches of a princess and The sparkle in my eye,

All until a bright ornate butterfly fluttered past disturbing the calm of the cloudy winter morning....

For then it so happened that I started to think,

Arousing a hope, a single feeling,

That had laid dead for so long

Somewhere in the corner of my heart,

Something that I just couldn't explain...

I felt a little sad but I mustered my courage

Ready to explore and open the cage,

I still wish I hadn't, I still wish the bright ornate butterfly had never flown past....

And then I thought, and I thought what I was missing,

All in vain because I couldn't think of a thing,

Was it friendship, care, riches of the world,

Or prizes, fame or a consoling word?

Wish to reach the top, or maybe just a hope...

Or be a someone for somebody?

And I still don't know what it would be...

For I thought and I thought, but I couldn't see past the bright ornate butterfly that flew so fast....

And then I dropped my head in frustrated dismay,

And I looked at my feet as a single ray...

A single ray of the sun flooded past,

Cutting the cloudy sky's cast!

And I looked again beneath my feet,

Awed and bewildered shocked to see...

For I stood on a hilltop that glittered like jewels,

And reality hit me hard and fast,

For it was made of shattering glass,

Of shards of brittle crystalline glass!

And the bright ornate butterfly lighted upon my drooping shoulders....

A tear lit the once bright eyes,

And slipped past the chilling cheeks,

And fell upon the cracked hill top,

Struggled awhile to stay close to the feet,

And then it fell away in the chasm...

As I stood still a while and feared the fall...

But it never would have happened if the bright ornate butterfly hadn't flown past....

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