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Fickle Mind

Updated on October 8, 2013
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Butterfly, O Butterfly

Where do you go…….

Come sit a while here

Not make me your foe.


Been waiting

All day long……..

To see you in true colour,

Would you not Smear

Some on me

Make me alive as ever!


This Garden

Dies on You

You are his Soul,

Why not then give some back

For all that you Stole?


My Foliage

Gets new Life

Only if you come,

Still you keep

Flying Around

Giving me none.


Your Fragrance

Fill the corners

Only with more,

Still you have made me

Your Eyesore!


Know not what

I did wrong

To turn you away,

You Snapped a thread

That binds our hearts

To this very day.


It’s getting dark

The day will be over…….

And we both will Sleep,

Known or not known but

Fell we this side

Where the world is a glib.


You ask your wings

To fly again

In some new Garden to,

Yet your Beauty

Will never Shine

Other than eyes that saw You!

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      Smarajit Chowdhury 3 years ago from Kolkata, India

      Thanks a lot Eddy for your encouragement and humility. It means so much to me I am in loss of words to express. It gives me the driving force to think deeper.

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      Smarajit Chowdhury 3 years ago from Kolkata, India

      Thanks loveofnight for your nice comments and what I co-incidence is that I am also a night lover.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      You ask your wings

      To fly again

      In some new Garden to,

      Yet your Beauty

      Will never Shine

      Other than eyes that saw You!

      Beautiful and I now look forward to so many more by you. Voted up and wishing you a great day.

      Eddy.

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      loveofnight 3 years ago from Baltimore, Maryland

      I too love butter flies, they are quite pretty and your poem does them justice. well done and happy hubbing.