The Butterfly Man

The Butterfly Man

Engr Dr Naila Hina

He is made of butter flies

A thousand butter flies

Incarcerate him abounds

His being with flying colors

Olive skinned thin edged

With pomegranate rusts

When he is happy, these

Butterflies move in vigorous

Motions motivating him to.

Further better conquests

His soul flies on the skies

And into the butter fields

Exploring forests of Beauty

Hidden in the dark jungles

Or bright nights of stars

Shining like burning dimonds

On in sunny days when cool

Breezy rainbow arcs horizons

He is made of love supreme

Arms expends, yearns, flies!