Projapoti Butterfly by Tagore Translation by Ranu

English: Agraulis vanillae butterfly. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This morning  I woke up,

and  noticed  a gorgeous butterfly on my shelf

its two motionless wings were spread out_

It was  silky green with white  stripes on its back,

It came in the evening

when it saw the light

all night it  thought

where am I

I don’t smell the woods,

the decorated house meant nothing to it.

It is a strange world we are in;

millions of minds

in the same world

know that we are passengers,

striving night and day

we have the same goal

to work for our freedom

in this world.

The butterfly sitting on that book

feels the touch

can see it too;

the truth about the book

is not true to it at all,

in the gloomy darkness.

It recognizes honey

but it will never know the mystery of honey.

It gets its food from floral leaves,

It looks for it daily

because it is greedy

it does not know

beyond greed,

there is indescribable beauty,

which is so dear__

that feeling is far away

from it.

Here I am,

my mind is busy sorting truth.

which cannot be taken away

I am looking for it above and beyond .

What is there

it does not know

that whatever is clear to my mind ,maybe it’s close

here now,right here

I go beyond the limits of my feeling

in search of beauty

its home is in the light

that light is unknown to me.

About Me Posted by Ranu

I am a mother of three daughters.I studied in a convent school from a young age.My teachers were nuns. Most of my teachers were addressed as Sister e.g  Rose Bernard and so on. We had one teacher whom we addressed as Mother and the name.Most of them were sisters. Once my sister sent  a message for Sister Dominic  I was supposed to give it to her,I do not remember what it was all about.That day Sister Dominic was absent.I came home and told my sister I could not give her the message, because she was not in school that day. My stupid cousin yelled out ,’if you could not give the message to one Dominic,why didn’t you give it to the other Dominic?’ I was furious, I told him he was stupid and he should never talk to me. He thought all the nuns were known as Dominic.

DP Daily Prompt: Escape By Ranu

Tropical Storm :       In Bangladesh every year we have devastating storms which are called cyclones.One year my classmate and I got stuck in the university. The storm started all of a sudden.We were very nervous ,we did not want to stay in the university building,the only available transport for us was the Rickshaw.We knew it was impossible for the rickshaw driver,to take any passengers.The wind was blowing at about seventy miles per hour. We suddenly made up our mind to walk and started walking,we would walk a few yards,then  had to stop because of frequent gusts of wind made it difficult to carry on.I cannot remember,how far we were from our residence.Luckily a car stopped by the roadside, to give us a ride,it so happened he was a male driver.We decided to continue walking.He honked and was calling us,we still ignored him,then I saw a woman,she opened the window, smiled and called us. Although we were not certain, we decided to take the offer. The man was furious he said, ‘You should not take a chance like this’. We were dropped off at our residence. It was one escape I will always remember. Also the good Samaritan who went out of his way to help us.

Three tropical cyclones at different stages of development. The weakest (left) demonstrates only the most basic circular shape. A stronger storm (top right) demonstrates spiral banding and increased centralization, while the strongest (lower right) has developed an eye. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)