Bewildered Butterfly Poem by Saroj Padhi

I wander here like a wounded soldier of the last battle
with my battered breath, thro' the bent grass to scuttle,

without strength to scale the lowest height to a flower
my rain-ravished wings fumble in the wind, shorn of color,

flooded with some weird smells from many a broken heart
my rain-filled gut swells like wet log, ere sinking into dirt,

I know not how to carry weight of misfortunes of humanity
without home, food, marooned by the waters of uncertainty,

heaps of broken boughs, rotten leaves, stale water on rise
glimmer but with little hope of rescue in the distressful eyes,

now from nowhere Sun suddenly flashes to fill my dying lungs
as from stacks of withered flowers, for honey my soul longs!