A butterfly
Arduously flies
From bough to a sprig
A broken wing enervates
Struggle for the life
Accidently tumbles

Beauty of the butterfly
Blows over the eye
Laid up and a cry
No way to classify

Jazzy beauty of its wings
And to perch on flowers
To suck nectar impalpably
It is called the butterfly

A worm with a wing
A hopeless life of sign
Not only up but down
A life of beauty is a Sin

Udaya R. Tennakoon

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