A tearful eye, at the fall of a butterfly.
I am heart broken, for today, a yellow butterfly bid goodbye…
I am much sad, laden with a heavy heart,
There is no joy in killing a butterfly…
I killed for I heard the thud on my helmet’s side,
On the black road, where vehicles swift, passed me by;
I wore it to protect me, from the dust and tractor’s tire,
And so, I abetted an innocent crime.
Tell me what joy one could find when,
Tractors don’t hit me, but a yellow butterfly…
- Karthik Adithya Singaraju