The Butterfly Garden

In a garden bright with colors, they dance,

A thousand butterflies weave through the air.

Their delicate wings, a warm, rich tapestry,

Are the fabrics of dreams women will wear.

Here young women blossom, vibrant and bold,

For nature’s own palette is mirrored inside.

In this wondrous place where true selves shine,

Every heart’s tale is told with pride.

In our garden, alive with dreams that soar,

We flutter like butterflies through every door.

Each desk a flower, each meeting a breeze,

We dance through deadlines with effortless ease.

We fly in various colors through courtyard and hall,

Across verandas, by windows, answering the call.

From one door to another, we gracefully stream—

A living, breathing, collaborative dream.

We wander from flower to flower each day,

Collecting honey in our quiet, tireless way.

Not for ourselves, but for all to grow—

We give with joy, and let our brilliance show.

This is our garden, not of soil, but of spark,

Where passion blooms from morning till dark.

A thousand wings in shades untold—

Of courage, wisdom, fire, and gold.

The Malabar Rose, in a red flash bright,

Leads with grace, a fearless light.

The Southern Birdwing glows in gold,

Her laughter warm, her vision bold.

The Lime Butterfly, with vibrant green,

Spreads fresh ideas, calm and keen.

And the Blue Tiger, quiet and wise,

Holds storms beneath her tranquil skies.

The Budha Mayoori, in royal hue,

Reflects the strength that we’ve lived through.

Like peacock feathers, we shimmer and shine—

Unique from every angle, strong by design.

Even if our wings are burnt by flame,

We rise again—stronger, never the same.

We work with more heart, with deeper fire,

Carrying the hope that will not tire.

We glide from screen to screen, thought to thought,

Each move with purpose, each lesson taught.

From breakroom chats to boardroom plans,

We build the future with our own hands.

We gather in the Krishna's Crown of this ground,

Sharing love where silence once found.

In quiet corners and open skies,

We lift each other as we rise.

Together we bloom, together we fly,

Painting success across the sky.

This is our world, our vibrant domain—

A butterfly garden, bold and humane.

Here they find strength; in each other, they bloom.

Through shades and soft whispers, the world feels just right.

This butterfly garden—a sanctuary of dreams,

Where every heart blossoms and takes to flight.

And women of colors, as radiant as dawn,

Embrace their own beauty and let their hearts fly.