I used to sit in a garden or in a park,
And watch children; aren't they singing lark?
Agile-fidgety angelic flowers and butterflies,
One is behind other; catch - catch lovely cries!
For I know butterflies are dream of children,
They are happy to be behind to catch; brethren,
Their happiness pour in my mind and it keeps me alive,
This is the basic instinct brother; never let it die
Aftab Alam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-200/
