The Butterfly That Took Flight Too Soon

Lovely moments we shared,

Our heavy hearts we bared,

I know that you cared.

But you were too scared

To give yourself to me.

You didn’t know what to do,

Am I good enough to have you?

Would I prove to be true?

Or would I repeat your history to you?

You failed to find a clue.

So you chose to pass by,

Not to look in the eye,

Not to make a reply,

Not to tell or ask why.

And you too hate it this way.

You suffered equally

To proclaim that you were free

And that you celebrated liberty

By simply avoiding me.

I know you too well to fail to see.

You were not yourself.

I made you see.

I tried to bring you back.

But you always withdrew.

I failed to reach you

And gradually the so-called you

And finally you flew.

Away from me,

So far that I can’t see

The hues that your wings scatter.

But I warn you now-

Never perch on me again.

I have moved on

And have settled down

With an empty canvas of life

Bereft of blue skies

And tiring little butterflies.

Aritra Chakrabarti