Butterfly, Butterfly fly in the sky,
Don’t feel shy.
You evolve from a Caterpillar,
But you are beautiful and popular.
Of all hues flapping butterflies at backyard,
Ever sweet in the eye of every bard!
Swarm millions over a thick pond of nectar,
Until tired pain all over the young feather.
Blooming flowers in the garden’s heart,
Butterflies, their holy chores start.
Oh! My sweet  butterflies,
How amazing you are among all flies.
With hymns full on their little proboscis,
Spring is here with joyous leaps!
Oh! My colourful butterflies,
Though there lies many other flies.
~Monalisa Parida

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