Haunted by the memory of the moment she left her cocoon, flapping her tiny wings, searching for nectar, I wait for her, my doors wide open.
Please return to me , I pray.
My heart has what she needs.
Plenty of it.
Oh ! I just wish she sees it.
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| Picture Credit : The Moving Quill |
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Word count : 49
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′ at Shailaja's The Moving Quill.
hmmm :) nice one , well i am sure it will see you for sure very soooon
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മനോഹരം! കുറഞ്ഞ വാക്കുകള്, നിറഞ്ഞ അര്ത്ഥം!!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Ajith. You have said so much in few words. That is the beauty of this story :) Hugs!
ReplyDeleteA nice story in so few words! Only you can do it perfectly, Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteWow.. How sweet! Like minds think alike! :)
ReplyDeleteDear Sreeja,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely piece, filled with hope and yearning, packed tightly into so little. I knew you wouldn't have too much trouble with the word limit, of course ;) For the flower's sake, I hope the butterfly remembers :)
Thanks for writing this!
But she was meant to fly away...her beauty is determined by that.
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely :)
Lovely short poem
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!! Loved it.. :)
ReplyDeleteaww..I hope she remembers :-)
ReplyDeletethat underlying tinge of sadness is unmistakable....the feeling of helplessness, when u want to do something for someone but u cannot do it unless they want to be helped... i so loved this one!
ReplyDeletereminds me of one of my old posts :) beautifully written.
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