The Butterfly Man

The Butterfly Man  Engr Dr Naila Hina    He is made of butter flies A thousand butter flies    Incarcerate him abounds  His being with flying colors    Olive skinned thin edged  With pomegranate rusts   When he is happy, these Butterflies move in vigorous    Motions motivating him to.  Further better conquests   His soul flies on the skies  And into the butter fields   Exploring forests of Beauty Hidden in the dark jungles    Or bright nights of stars  Shining like burning dimonds   On in sunny days when cool Breezy rainbow arcs horizons   He is made of love supreme  Arms expends, yearns, flies!