The Butterfly

Passing through the terrace I found the butterfly I first assumed as dead but something made me turn back and I tempted to analyze closely.  If you could have seen closely you would share my views on how beautiful this one was. I touched it to realize that it wasn't dead. It flapped wings on touch.

I picked holding a wing gently as I knew how delicate they are. It flied away midway but fell down again. It was hurt I understood and couldn't fly. I placed my hand ahead and it flied and fell on my hand. I took it up and looked closely. It had stick the forelegs on my hand as if didn't wanna let go. But how could I cure it? I was helpless myself. It stayed with me for about an hour and I was amazed how can you bond with such a thing in such a short interval of time. I dint wanna leave her but what more I could do. I tried to make it fly but it fell always. Halfheartedly at the end I had to leave it on a surface I ensured was free of ants to her fate. I watched it for sometime lying there flapping wings momentarily. Then I left for some work and after 15 min when I looked again it was gone. Blew away by wind maybe or did it manage to fly away finally? Question without an answer.

How is the human life; my life, our life related? Yeah I think a man can be as helpless at times when he's trying hard but not able to achieve his aim or goal. Assuming the positive fate of the butterfly I learned and concluded that giving up is not the solution and trying again and again  is the only key to achieve. Its funny when you co-relate the tiny things with life but it may teach you something.