Is Tarah

Flapper

Water hose in hand, a man
Freezes by a yellow allamanda plant,
On hearing a whisper wan.
Putting ears close to a leaf
Spreading like a fan,
He hears words tumbling…

‘Get out from under me, pretty!’,
Urges the allamanda leaf –
‘Your canvases are dry,
Ready to water fawning eyes,
Go whip’em into fluttering kites!’

Lowering head, the man widens eyes…
A reborn butterfly clinging to the leaf,
Wriggles uncertainly,
Afraid to untether from a support steady…

‘My load bearing leaves’, the allamanda adds,
‘With their arching midriff,
Have been watered without a skip
By a man whose grace,
We both need acknowledge.

He stands near, dear,
Make him your first, deserving viewer!’

Into action, the butterfly snaps,
Joyous, as the art lover claps.

– Bolbul