Unfinished .. Yet

And when some of the butterflies come fluttering

over my sweet scented jasmines in my lovely garden

i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun

and the enlightenment from the great Pan

and ask what is there left for me to do

the right solution, so i may not be also blue 

shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal

or shall i open more the colors of my petal

or shall i choose but be one brittle metal? 

a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies

intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says: 

hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals, 

go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!

not the one without a cent in his pocket

not the one without a potato on their table

not the one who lost his house to fire

not the one who lost his parents in the war

not the one who did not finish his education

not the one without a job

the poorest of them all is the one without hope to complete

The saddest of them all is the one with a dream unfinished .. Yet