Poem: Shackled Love

The picture tells the story. The flower and butterfly look similar. I want to fly, with my love, the butterfly, but I can’t — for I am rooted and shackled to the plant I belong. Only I wish- …

Poem: SHACKLED LOVE

Image by István Kopeczny from Pixabay

I am -
-shackled for life
-a flower
that wants to be a butterfly.

From a seed, I was born
Soaked in dark budding moments
Sunshine flowed into my soul
When I opened my petals
that is when I met you, my love
In the backdrop of clear blue skies
and flowing warm breeze
I met you in the spring ballroom
You tiptoed and waltzed
Flapping your wings
Flirting with another sister
But your eyes were on me
How will forget that exact moment
When you flapped your wings

once and then twice
And then sat beside me
Holding my petals
with your delicate legs
Caressing me with your antenna

A love story started then.
Every day of the spring
I wait for your waltzing entry
Your flaps and your smile
Our little moments
Of silent love
Dalliance with the spring dance
to the melody of sunshine

what if I could hop, flap, and fly
Join you on your jaunts
A tour of the garden
soaked in our fleeting moments of glee
but wishing that we fly away
or if you could just stay

For I am -
-shackled for life
-a flower
that wants to be a butterfly.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

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