I’ve watched you now a full half hour
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless!—and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers:
Here rest your wings when they are weary,
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

As the cadence of time is in a hustle,
Life and death undergo a constant scuffle
And it all will end with coup de grace,
Let’s be a li’l heedful to some benevolence.

Time flies, much swifter than thoughts
Do all that you desire, before it’s lost.
Loyal were never the moments of bliss,
Engaging in goodwill would not go amiss.

Let the grime of your heart form a ****,
Try to love each other, its half wisdom
Forgiveness is a trait which blesses two,
The one who is forgiven and the other is you.

- Elina Dawoodani

Preciousness in a bite
It is the taste of hope
That I choose to savour
After every bitter tragedy

Sweetness in a breath
It is the scent of hope
That I choose to take in
After every stench of disappointment

Gentleness in a look
It is the sight of hope
That I choose to see
After every soreness in the eye

Bliss in a thought
It is the memory of hope
That I choose to remember
After every pound of headache

Happiness in a soul
It is the feeling of hope
That I choose to feel
After every shattering of the heart