Butterflies

With the days
passing by
singing in silence
dancing in joy
in the seed
of emptiness lie
some small
butterflies

Looking at me
furling their wings
for me to see
and enjoy

But often I
close my eyes
from those little
butterflies
born of
the very emptiness
that I
often enjoy

And whenever I
close my eyes
from those little
butterflies
my eyes
are open ajar!?

The pair of glasses
The Kajal I put
All are useless
So are you!

You my stupid
useless eyes!
Can't just I
see my
butterflies?

I am in tears
begging my eyes
Let me see
my butterflies

A moment's silence
No reply

Then comes in
The Maestro Grand
And He's here
to stand by
and to open
my open eyes

All I do
is close my eyes
to see my those
butterflies

looking at me
furling their wings
for me to see
and enjoy!