Butterfly of Fire

Fifteen years is a very long time to live alone
And life doesn't get any nicer.
It had been years since the sun last shone,
On the dreams of a loser!

What I felt in life was the feeling of pain.
The only experience I had was of suffering.
I could only achieve some abuses highly profane,
When I was a mere sapling!

I only rested in cages which were dark,
Devoid of even a glow-worm's spark.
What tickled down me was black-ink,
Despite I bathed in fresh milk.

My tears were perhaps too transparent to notice,
As people seldom ignored them.
My affliction was trivial I suppose,
As meaningless as a fake gem.

I sat frustrated and pondered over my tenebrous life,
I wondered why people hated to see me in their sight.
I was then disturbed by the noise of the fluttering of wings,
Which came loud from my right.

Slowly a butterfly emerged in front of my eyes,
And hovered happily over me.
I was amazed at it and quite forced to admire -
The beauty of that butterfly of fire!

It flew gaily in all the corners,
And emanated dazzling light.
Its flames had a distinguished fervour,
Which sparkled with all their might.

The butterfly flew round and round,
And then it approached me.
It comforted itself in my lap,
And gave company to someone lonely!

I watched its gleams and adored its charm,
A cute, little creature who could not harm.
It just brought light to the areas which were dull,
And fluttered its wings to cheer up this sad world.

I was overwhelmed at the joy it possessed,
And the mirth with which it hovered.
I wished it lent me some of its virtues,
And instill within me some of its hues.

I requested it to reduce my pain,
And decrease the magnitude of my foes.
So that I could light the wick of my hope again,
Which was blown off sometime ago.

I wish it helps me to find myself again,
I wish it gets me some good luck.
I wish that butterfly of fire makes my life luminous,
And gets me some smiles and makes me joyous.