The leaves are bound to dry
And fall off giving way,
For the spring to take over
And get greener with every passing day,
A new nest is sure to get build
Few beaks would rise up to the mother bird,
A new climber would blossom with flowers
Wings of flight would soon be herd.
A kite would come up,
And lock its threads to join the crew,
And you are going to smile when you look up
And select your branch to hang your swing new.
But the snow this year
Is just piling white
You want to run and play out
But instead you’re forced to sit inside.
So you collect some broken glasses
And make a lamp of your own.
Place a glowing light inside
And see beyond what is shown.
Placing the lamp next to your window,
You tell yourself and your tree to wait for some more time,
Nothing is constant for ever
And the light from inside is the brightest shine.
And it begins with you,
Right inside you’re thought
Sometimes you need a reminder
It’s always there, you just forgot.
And you begin to sway
Along with you sway the world,
With every passing day,
There is something new to unfurl.
Manowara Chowdhury
Colorless Butterfly 