The butterfly,
Fluttering ecstatically,
Humming hymns
With the Quran in its arms,
Encountered a human
Who listens to the Quran
Every week
From microphones all around.
Yet, within him,
Animalism lay dormant—
Until it awoke.
He caught her,
Clipped her wings,
Strangled her,
And eventually took all she had:
Her colours, her exuberance, her sweetness, her life—
Leaving the garden autumnal.
By Zeeshan Rasool Khan
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