I Now Hear Your Butterfly

Written by: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

I Now Hear Your Butterfly

I
                                                    now 
                                                 hear your
                                                  butterfly
                                       sings your morning song
                                  on the eve of marching to front
                   sprinkling vermilion tint on your face in demure smile
It may burst into tears like shells explode in war front touching red end of death's black grin



Fibonacci - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	rob carmack
9th March, 2015