butterflies

Broken wings

long long ago,there was a butterfly,
who lived all his life alone
this tiny wonderful creature
had nobody to call his own.

his fragile multi coloured wings one day
he frayed by his numerous attempts to fly,
and he stood lonely beaten subdued
by his continual unsuccessful tries.

The butterfly sad, sulky, morose
wistful about his body incomplete,.
unlike the beautiful fragrant rose
whose nectar he did daily seek.

day after day, his partially broken wings
he inspected, wondering, hoping
of some miracle cure
to make him whole again

and thus days went by,
till this sad lonely butterfly,
with his partially tattered wings,
glimpsed, on a sparkling spring day,

a host of other butterflies
all with their wings clipped too
some by cruel callous human hands,
others by nature's furious blows.

hordes of them, just like him,
unfinished, flawed, fragmented
all lonely souls,
by their imperfections tormented.

but they held together
their rent broken wings
helping each other fly higher
singing sweet songs, with the soothing winds

then the butterfly thought,
ah, i'm not unique, in my sorrow,
the whole world is just like me,
pain hits all, today or tomorrow.

he now learnt how to smile,
how to feel whole once again,
together, broken wings holding broken wings,
that is how to feel perfectly full again.

L