Across The Borders [POEM]

butterfly poetry
Written by Poornima

Humans create boundaries, but nature has its own free will. Borders and territories mean naught to it, nor do wars and loss. Its love and affection are unbiased towards all.

Below is a short poem that beautifully captures the essence of this freedom….

The Butterfly flew across the border

It knew no boundaries or any order,

It’s colors it spread,

Blue green red,

War or no war, it flew across ,

It knew not of human loss.


The soldier in red,

Had gone to bed,

Which side was he,

When it sat on his knee,

It knew not,

It was only a shot.


All the days of war are over

Beauty lies on the grass and clover

The Butterfly will remain

Forever without a stain.

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