The Butterfly and the Rose

Anita Bacha

He hurried down the hill, the playful butterfly,

Thirsting for his queen, the morning rose;

She turned her face, shunned the fickle lover,

The rose;

Fluttered the butterfly closer,

Tenderly to woo the rose,

Beg for mercy,

To caress once more her silken blossom,

Languorously to cradle in her folds;

Aloof she stood in the rising sun, the rose;

In the vanity of her solitude,

Frigid, in the pervasive warmth that arose,

Naked, deceived and betrayed,

Indignant by the deep humiliation,

The Queen of flowers, the rose!

Her magnificent crimson petals, she had shed,

Her strong, splendid green leaves had fallen,

Her sharp, shielding thorns were gone,

Lost in the wilderness her alluring perfume;

One time the butterfly stroke her,

Forever he touched her soul!

Anita Bacha

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9 thoughts on “The Butterfly and the Rose

      • Yes, I totally agree with you about plants. They are very similar to us humans. The reason I write a lot about plants and flowers and here I describe the 🌹 as a woman and the butterfly 🦋 as a fickle lover.
        I hope you grow the wings and you travel to this magical place in the world ‘Mauritius ‘.
        A dreamland of exotic plants, 🥀 and butterflies 🦋🦋🌴🌈🏝🏖

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