The butterfly sat on the stone


The butterfly sat on a stone,

It asked in a very soft tone,


“Excuse me stone, can you listen to me,

Can you feel me sitting on you?

I hope I am not hurting you.

I hope I am not too heavy for you!

Oh say something Mr. Stone

I really want to know!”


The stone said nothing,

The butterfly thought a while.

“Ah!” it said, “You cannot feel.

Ajiv is what you are,

You are like a telly or car!

You cannot feel pain like me.

You are a non-living thing!”