by M. Mohankumar
Years ago,
as a young man,
he chased a butterfly
that lured him on,
never yielding.
At long last,
he gave it up
as un-get-at-able.
And slowly it faded
out of his mind
Now, on this dark
December night,
as he sits alone,
a hemisphere away,
snow falling all around,
listening to Dikshitar’s
Annapoorne Visalakshi
in sama raga,
a sudden tremor
shakes his heart.
‘Butterfly effect.’
he says to himself,
and rallying, goes on
listening to the music
plugged to his ears.
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