My Butterfly

Butterfly...
here goes on ode to denote
all you mean to me...
there's a smile perched high
upon eyes...
as hazel
as one can see...
there's a world out lost
in her gaze
as pretty a world can be...
butterfly,
there's a song that plays
her lips
as sweet as mellow honey...
my butterfly
there's an aura compressed
in you
holding me secretly ....


Her eyes tell a story,
words sing a tune,
her smile spells her glory,
her breath chills the noon...
her laughter is golden,
her thoughts none can see..
I see two hearts in her
that binds her to me....

Soldier

* An ode to the millions that die without a name *

"Thy heart just beats on for the
millions that stay alone
entwined, freed only
when the beat stops going home."

In the streets, of shame,
glows a light once, ends
in its vain.
In the cries, of night,
silent echoes call through
the plight.

There's a breath, gone now,
there's a life lost,
unsung and how.
And a coat, of dust,
that buries in,
a medal of trust.

There's a death,
a mime
Amid big cheese retails sublime

Here's a hail,
a rhyme
To the ones who fade out in time..........