In morning light, on petals fair,
A butterfly floats through the air.
With wings of silk and colors bright,
She dances in the golden light.
Xushnuda Mamasodiqova, a young poetess from Uzbekistan, shares her poem
Xushnuda Mamasodiqova was born on November 5, 2000 in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. She is studying at Bengala art International art-digital school.
Whispers of a Butterfly
Whispers of a Butterfly In morning light, on petals fair,
A butterfly floats through the air.
With wings of silk and colors bright,
She dances in the golden light.
She flits from bloom to blooming rose,
A painter where the wild wind blows.
No map, no plan, no single sound,
Just graceful swirls above the ground.
Her journey’s short, yet full of grace,
A fleeting dream we can’t replace.
She teaches us with every flight,
That beauty lies in moments light.
From caterpillar’s silent sleep,
Through dark cocoons and changes deep,
She breaks the walls that held her tight—
Emerging bold in purest white.
Oh butterfly, so light and free,
A symbol of what we can be.
Though fragile wings may one day cease,
You leave the world a touch of peace.
So fly, dear soul, through skies so high,
A rainbow brushstroke in the sky.
For even days that fade too fast
Can bloom with joy while they still last.
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