You’d be a butterfly?—
O, marvel-boon of God!
In the gold bloom’s delight
He drinks its nectar gold;
In summer vast he slips
Drunk with the sun-mirth wine,
Its blooming dreams he sips,
Its honey-scents divine;
In vistas with no bond
Just flittering at ease,
Amid the petals fond
He drinks the calm world-bliss…
In freedom with no reins
Just soar, just bathe your wings
In streams of golden rays
At play with joyful winds!—
O butterfly so free,
How sweet’s your liberty! ...
You’d be a butterfly?
Me too… Then let us fly?—
Ritam Melgunov
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