With Coco, On Butterfly Wings!

Even on stoniest of path

Blooms delicate-flowers...

For thy wings maybe small...

But Remember my child'

Impossible is Nothing!

For those who dance & flutter

But to Please Ones Beloveds-heart!

This flame burns within

Of summer dreams

Of flowers that perfume the air

And it's sweet whisperings!

I'd never again bargain

For spring blooms on rocks...

As Bougainvilleas their Petals drop

So we tread softly...gently...

Not to allow a mind that thinks

And muddles a poets heart...In its logistics

You know how dreams are born

They are Gods songs within each

Like a butterfly that is soaked in spring!

Only the child can heed this song

For otherwise Adults Trample & Walk Unoblivious

to these flowers that are born,

Lest! Spring shall lay dead; In Ones breast...

With a mind-full of thorns!

Till then....To this Flickering flame...

Is All I Need To Hold on!

Meghna Loke