A Butterfly That Couldn’t Fly

Slow dying death

Like stones on butterfly wings

Still there for aeons now

And once the stones are lifted

It is paralysed

Not from

The wings

But from


It won’t know to fly

Won’t know to flutter

Haven’t known the sky for long

Haven’t seen the green

It still stays

Not flying

But dying

In the embrace of

Black and white.

© Aniket More



3 thoughts on “A Butterfly That Couldn’t Fly

  1. Truly petrifying. What an imagination. This verse has touched me deeply.

    You are an incredible writer Aniket.☘️

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