November 17, 2010

I wandered lonely, but aimly,
In the orchard to suck the honey
In the fruits with my small mouth.

My wings are different colors
It shows the quality of mine
Children likes me, because
The attraction of my wing color.

I stroll in earth , for a honey
There, I saw a child
Both of us took a glance
Then, he came to catch me,
But I ran fastly
He planned to catch me
The child shown me a cup of honey,
I forget the celestial world and his plan
In a delight, in a moment, I sucked the honey,
Then, almost I filled my belly, I fly
Alas!!! But I can’t
The playful and cruel child, closed
In a bottle, now I’m
Surveying for air…again
The cruel child came and saw me…
He took the scissor and opened the lid
He cut my beautiful wings, almost
I dead, lastly I thought
Some people like enchanting objects
Like my wing but some of them
Like to spoil, like the urchin…


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