This poem is about a mother called as a
beautiful butterfly. The poem explains about
a child’s mother who wore a beautiful saree
for the morning ritual. When I read this poem, it reminds me of my mom. One day, she was sleeping but I was watching her movement. My mom was eagerly preparing for a ritual. So, she was busy searching beautiful sarees to wear. Many colours were seen in her cabinet. For instance, blue, green and so on.
Once I gave her blue saree, she smiled at me. Furthermore, it reminds me that suddenly a tall fair women stood behind me and unknowingly that was my mom. She seems as a butterfly with her blue saree. Nowadays, she loves to wear kaftans instead of wearing sarees. I hope that one day she will wear sarees and do the same thing as well. Since that day, I started to call her as a butterfly.
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