The Butterfly

Why did it not fly away, upon wings
Of extravagant finery? From the drain
and the large spider's web, with iron-like

If I Had Wings

If I had wings,

I’d soar high above the earth

above the trees, above the mountains,

lost in the clouds,

Possibilities - Naani Poem

Butterfly wings
carry the tenderest things,
like a child's dream
seeking its first flight.

Oh that I were a winged dove

Chopping through the ebony

Of evening

Toward your window

Would it be open for me

That I may

“Under your wings”

Under your wing's Lord will I abide

Help me to seek your face all the days of my life

Lord,