A tiny cute butterfly, Grahana–
With her mother butterfly-
Wrapped in new feathers
With beautiful pencily legs
Came flying to see the father fly.
Two days have past
Since Grahana met her father fly.
At times it sees him in dream
As if she hangs on his legs and fly with him
Some other time, as he feeds nectar to it.
All of a sudden the little fly
Broke into tears as she discovers it to be a dream.
Mummy fly makes her to sit on her back
And shows beautiful flowers and makes her calm.
When Grahana falls asleep, she weeps thinking of the father fly.
They both counted down the hours
And waited the hour when they can meet pappa fly.
Grahana was thrilled in mind to see
Pappa fly’s structure in his absence and imagines:
Will he be like snake gourd or a pumpkin?
That day arrived when they all met together.
Seeing Grahana from a distance
The pappa fly buzzed aloud “mole*”.
His face shined brighter than the noon sun.
Grahana flew in the speed of an airplane,
Kissed the father fly and sat on his back.
Three of them were as delighted as
A panting deer discovering water.
*Mole – a Malayalam word synonymous for daughter.
Wrote in Dehradun when Pushpa dhidhi and Anugraha met Varughese bhaya after their trip to Kerala.
Written in CMTC ’08 in Dehradun