I Let her Fly!!

                                         I Let her Fly!!

From the day I recognize colors in life, she was my favorite .
Used to come to my garden almost everyday.
I like her zig-zag movements,
Steps on each flower like an English dancer.
May be every-time she left a drop for next day.
For me to see her again.
Do you know ?one-day I touched her!
She sit on my nose.
I stud still, breathless to keep her for a long time.
It start raining ...for days...no! weeks?..months?
Feel like years I wait.
One day she came ; shivering her beautiful wings.
Sit on my 'Blue rose' ,
The rare one , And start dancing like an angel .
I was very near to her; Still I want her .
May be I was hurry ! caught her in my hand.
Very close to my eyes.Wow! I could see myself in her eyes.
I fly with her round the garden  .
Danced with  great joy.
When I took her again near to my face.
To watch her facial expressions.
She was sad!!. But no tears.
May be she don't like it.
It start raining...  I let her fly...
Scratched my fingers in my white shirt while running back to home.
Mom, " I caught her today"
Mom: "whom?"
" The butterfly."
Mom:"How is she ?"
"Beautiful"
Mom:"Let me see"
"I let her fly"
"The bowed head boy scratched her colors from shirt" and from heart.
"She may come back or not"  love her a lot...
"Love her sitting on my blue rose".
"Happy".
And while zoom out we touched a face! .
A little face! with tiny water drops ...
Drops all over her scratched wings!
"The Butterfly".

                              -Lipi