Flight Of A Caterpillar

Taunting me it is said that I am a colour blind And see the seven coloured rainbow As a mono coloured hanging bridge To cross over to a wonder land But let me tell you I was a gardener who Used to grow different types of colourful flowers where I once met with a caterpillar with whom I got deep intimacy whose Blue eyes, white checks and red lips I liked the most Than the evening star and morning sun And never lured away by flashed flesh of the green grass grown By the side ways of the roads I did not want any thing in my life Except two bright eyes at which I could stare And blown away but with a sigh I tell you She left my flowers freshly bloomed in my heart Blaming me a colour blind When she got her wings And turned into a butterfly.