Butterfly
Have you ever seen the butterfly?
It always wanders in the garden
And the colourful patterns,
Well spread on its wings
Brightly shinning,
With all colours
Like the famous 'kithiki.'
During rainy season.
So humble it is
One and only of its kind.
When it makes a wave,
Am lost in admiration.
I wake up early in the morning
So that,
I can catch up with it
Before it wakes up.
When I spot it,
A smile appears on my lips
And my face brightens up.
Beautiful it is
My heart is satisfied.
Even my friends and other villagers,
Admire this colourful butterfly.
I tried to catch it
Unluckily, it flew away
Displaying its zig zag moves
Swiftly cutting
The thin air.
During night time,
I sneaked back to the garden
With me was a torch
Which I stole from
My father's premises.
I found it gently sleeping
On a leaf nest,
Made of light cotton.
I ought not to touch it
Or awaken it from its slumber.
I returned back home
Happy and relaxed.
My butterfly
Is the most beautiful in the garden.
Not only brightly coloured
But also warm, jovial, friendly
And all the sweet words you can remember.
It is a darling to me
As it soothes away boredom.
Even if I quarrel with my dad,
I find peace spending my time
In the garden
With my beloved butterfly.
*Kithiki - Rainbow in Kamba language.
It always wanders in the garden
And the colourful patterns,
Well spread on its wings
Brightly shinning,
With all colours
Like the famous 'kithiki.'
During rainy season.
So humble it is
One and only of its kind.
When it makes a wave,
Am lost in admiration.
I wake up early in the morning
So that,
I can catch up with it
Before it wakes up.
When I spot it,
A smile appears on my lips
And my face brightens up.
Beautiful it is
My heart is satisfied.
Even my friends and other villagers,
Admire this colourful butterfly.
I tried to catch it
Unluckily, it flew away
Displaying its zig zag moves
Swiftly cutting
The thin air.
During night time,
I sneaked back to the garden
With me was a torch
Which I stole from
My father's premises.
I found it gently sleeping
On a leaf nest,
Made of light cotton.
I ought not to touch it
Or awaken it from its slumber.
I returned back home
Happy and relaxed.
My butterfly
Is the most beautiful in the garden.
Not only brightly coloured
But also warm, jovial, friendly
And all the sweet words you can remember.
It is a darling to me
As it soothes away boredom.
Even if I quarrel with my dad,
I find peace spending my time
In the garden
With my beloved butterfly.
*Kithiki - Rainbow in Kamba language.
Such a lovely poem all the best dear I love the work of your hands and may the Almighty God bless you so much for this🙏🙏
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Queen Terry. Am more humbled🙏
DeleteVery attractive keep up 💪bro
ReplyDeleteAm grateful, thanks a lot buddy🙏
DeleteKeep it up all the best dia may God bless the work of your hands
ReplyDeleteKeep it up dia may God bless the work of your hands
ReplyDeleteAmen🙏
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