Oh! My darling butterfly!
How come you are caged in a glass?
Tell me who the cruel catcher was!
For I shall burn his net;

Oh! My darling butterfly!
I cannot praise you enough,
For giving a lot to reflect on,
For your kind are a bounty everywhere,
Thousands of species in myriad colors,
As you can survive everywhere,
God taught you the tricks to survive,
Just to stare at the face of predator unmoving
Looking like just another flower;

One in three, just amazing!
That it took you three births in all
To become the one I am seeing now,
From one tiny egg; two, a fuzzy monstrous caterpillar:
With thousand legs on a creeping body
Coiling up at the movement or touch of bird,
Hungry enough to eat up the whole forest,
On an eating spree for days together with no wink,
Just to fatten up yourself and slumber away
Soundly thereafter, ceaseless for a season;

Three, as pupa you had turned into,
A furry and cozy Chrysalis,
A virtual lab of God, within a lab,
Where you could spin yarns
From your mouth, like tales of poets,
Silky threads that built into
A thick cocoon around yourself,
Tucked safely under a leaf,
And finally, got rid of them,
Those skins like sins, one by one;

Oh! My darling butterfly!
Now, you have all metamorphosed
Into the cute butterfly,
That fluttered in swooning circles,
Hopped from one flower to the other,
Got high on sweet nectar for the dinner
From your long protruding neck,
From the depths of your flower mates,
That had copious bases
And you recoiled your probe once all filled,
Swayed onto the dew on a grass blade
And you had one for the road too.

Oh! My darling butterfly!
I take pity on you now, behind that glass,
Wings half clipped and disabled, scales multicolor,
Pigment powders gone from all your sections,
Fell like pollen you transmitted,
You bared the center naked and vulnerable,
For all to mistake you for an ordinary moth,
I did not like, for I knew who you were,
And promise, I will catch that cruel boy,
Who caught you tight
Put his separated fingers,
In his own class book of records,
Just by the side of your fossil wings,
For the young devil has to remember,
A lesson to his own folks,
What would get them being cruel to animals.

Oh! My darling butterfly!
Why not we forgive the small boy this time,
He knew not about you and your kind well,
That you are the reason to disperse life on earth,
Through and through, in all corners of earth,
That you are those angelic messengers of God.

Oh! My darling butterfly!
The boy is unaware too,
That the first bloom that opened up in his garden,
Had been from the plant sprouted from the seed,
That you had dropped in his yard,
By the pollen picked up from distant forests,

Oh! My darling butterfly!
I knew, this you did exactly
When flying past his bedroom window,
Looking at him sleeping in his vacation days,
When you had likened his face to a fresh flower,
And you could not help yourself shaking legs out of joy,
And I also knew you loved the boy better than flowers…