Came lazy and stretched summer afternoon
Nothing to do, you chase a butterfly
Its wings swiftly flutters
Balancing the load of sunrays
On the colored fragile wings.
Led by your impatience and its instinct
You see a man sitting on a rock
Sculpted beautifully by time and flowing water
With tilted head and drooping shoulders
His infinitely long arms,
Tries to grasp, the ever escaping lament,
carried by water
swept by the eternal current
he witness many ages go by
at the edge of futile endeavor,
you wipe out the stained fingers,
with the mildew colors,
left by the wings
subodh pandey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-thing-immortality/
