Handshake with a Butterfly

There it lay, down on the ground,

Hurt? My premise, but safe and sound!

Amazed by the beauty, of its colorful wings,

Mesmerized to see how nature creates things

I bowed down, further down on my knee,

My shadow eclipsed it,

But it did not flee-

Hello! Said I, but it resounded back to me.

I stretched out my hand,

To alarm it as if,

It placed its slender foot on it

With a slight mischief.

It feared not!

I wondered why

I realized later on,

Myself was shy.

Never had it before-

The experience as such,

Wanted to hold it forever

If at all I could clutch

Alas! It lasted, just for a moment,

As small as that-

And left me nostalgic,

Until I received a pat.

It was time to go,

To become sane again,

But, where did the butterfly go?

Perhaps, down the memory lane.