The Butterfly Musings Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

The amazing world so full of life and profuse,

So various and avid is the voracious mind,

Fondly feeding incessantly on a peculiar kind

Of thoughts, real, formed and framed to muse;

Full blown-up is the over- browsed worm

At last, seeking a grip somewhere in the nook;

And when incited, weaving fine thread stook

From within, a coloured shape in the cocoon to form;

Exotic symbols and strange features big and small,

Mincing, mixing and moulding with in the surreal border;

Finally emerges the butterfly -thought in order -

Stimulating and simulating feelings of warmth and gall

Hostile thoughts and obtuse feelings of sloth

May yet bring out even a dull, morbid moth.