December 28, 2008

In my hands

In my hands,
I hold a butterfly
a beautiful creature
whom I’d captur’d

Her wings spread
to escape she tried
but my hands wound
tightly around

Seconds, minutes, hours
still in there
now with feeble efforts
she tries escape

My hands control
her very life;
fate of God’s creation
in my hands.

I open my hands
and out flies
not a butterfly
but golden specks.
I also write at Poshin's World.



8 comments:

  1. Wow... Tat was nice.. :)

    Keep POsting...

    Cheers..!!
    Arjun

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  2. that was smthing very nice !! made me stop and think for a while :)

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  3. @ Shruti
    Thanx:)

    And thanx again.........:)

    Wish you a happy new year;

    Cheers,
    Poshin

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  4. A Arjun
    Thanx:)
    I will keep POsting.

    BTW, If you want to join dis new blog I' created for the Chennai Super Kings........just tell me and I'll send you a invitation:)

    Cheers!!

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  5. Hmmm ... good one Poshin ... Golden Specks? WOW - nice one ..

    And I know where you write ... ;)

    Keep writing ...

    Tan :)

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