The opportune

 

The  narcissistic butterfly

Fell off the cliff

And fell in waters

Drowned to demise..

Why do bright buds bloom

Out of their green  sepals

Dreams spill out of eyes

And pain the briny heart

Is it a dawn or a dusk

The grey clouds reveal not

For now the glitter that rode

On the sprinting waters

Has fallen off from saddle

To get a punch from gallop

And stares with a swollen brow

Into the gusts of rampaging dust

What it means to ride unbridled

Now the wait for opportune moments

If they appear again to the sight..

 

Delhi

11.1.23

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