Tuesday, 17 June 2014


Instantaneous & quick with fragile beauty
Always alert, some says they're witty
Consummated with flickering wings
No one knows what they say or sings
Swift beyond calculation or capture
You will find them in mountains, rivers & pasture
Light touches them only to shift into iridescence
Even the strong wind can't be a resistance
Beat their wings to the sounds of the butterflies
Never praised or noticed, they're the dragonflies
Transparent wings, yet another mirror through the sky
Not even wait for the blink & again they fly