The Flower and the Butterfly

The Flower and the Butterfly

From the earth
a flower rises—
a luminous letter,
its fragrance
an unseen invitation.

In the light,
its petals open slowly,
as if whispering:
Come...
come closer.

The wind,
a secret postman,
slips a message
into the air.

And then—
a butterfly,
a shard of color,
descends so lightly
it feels like
a dream
settling on the eyelids.

It kisses the flower’s brow
and carries away,
mid-flight,
its future—
tied delicately
to a thread of pollen.

The flower needs the butterfly
to keep its blossoming eternal.
The butterfly needs the flower
to keep its flight alive.

No burden,
no debt—
only a hidden music
of living together.

And listening to it,
you begin to feel
that even the earth
is slowly
becoming a poem.

Life, too,
like fragrance, like color,
spreads quietly
across the soil—
a never-ending verse.

~Deepak Vohra