Butterflies*

They do not come in hordes.

They fly swiftly

We believe that they are in multitudes

Spread all over the world

Like blessings

Alighting on one

One day

And on another

Another day

To blossom forth

With delight.

A hope that never shakes

Its roots upon the grass

Of emotions

Is this butterfly

That is so beautiful

And yet so elusive,

So whimsical.

*first published in a book dedicated to Dr. APJ Kalam.