Innocent Marauders
As the Crimson sun rose in the sky,
The Mighty Soft Petals opened ajar,
And the flower smiled to the sun,
Just then a girl with her little hand,
Plucked it away,
From the branch,
And pressed it fondly,
In the folds of an old book,
To possess forever....
Just then a butterfly,
Singing and dancing,
And whistling by,
Seeing the forlorn branch,
Groped for what was amiss,
A little boy ,
With the jerk of his hand,
Caught her,
And pressed intently,
In the folds of an old book,
To preserve forever more...
The folds of the old books,
Were stained forever too,
With the the tale of the two innocent hearts,
Marauded for their beauty and good...
_ Pakhi -
