Joie de vivre…

A playful butterfly

dancing from tree to tree

she looks so full of life

so joyous, so carefree

her colors the same as flowers

her ebullience as in the sunshine

the blue sky, the freedom to fly

I watch it from my window

confined, insipid and listless

days pass; its the same story

I get used to it and

the scene looks awry

Her act is now cliched

monotonous, hungry with greed

from morn to night

it’s just one fight

to live for the day

to hoard for tomorrow

there is no joy

there is no sorrow

she sucks on the nectar

as much as she can

I gaze at her to think

where it all began

Ah ! you beautiful butterfly

do you too think of me

what a blissful life

not to run around the tree

such a peaceful man

so content and so carefree ….


3 comments on “Joie de vivre…

  1. Abhishek says:

    butterfly, ants all little creatures must be jealous of the human life….

    • aahang says:

      What crossed my mind was that even the most beautiful things become clinical if they done repeatedly.Our ideas of beauty, grace, bliss are only subject to our understanding in a given frame of time.

  2. Rahul says:

    Nice … aspirational!

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