I once owned a beautiful garden With flowers of all color, flowers of all kind. The garden was filled with birds and fragrance, which let me and my kitty enjoy each game. There on a plant, Blue, Red, Green, White and yellow butterflies sat Lost in their beauty near them I sat, Suddenly from mid air my kitty jumped on these. The white one became pray for the paws. All other butterflies flew away, All I could do was yell at myself and cry. From then, the garden dried, And all my desires died.
Blue butterfly signifies riches, Red Butterfly stands for love, Green stands for good health, white for peace, yellow for trust/faith. Its up-to us to decide which butterfly makes our life meaningful and protect it.
The kitty here is just the mistakes we do, some knowingly and some unknowingly...which we find it un-correctable no matter how hard me try.
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Over-all, a very depressing poem! At first I thought it would be happy, cute even. But then you prove me wrong... after your note, it was very thougth provoking (as Ashesh said). I don't know which butterfly makes my life meaningful...
Nice job. The poem has a sense of lightness and airiness until the pounce and then I too felt sorry for the butterfly who became prey. Nice juxtaposition.
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