This poem is inspired after a visit to a Butterfly Park in Penang.
By twenty-twenty, Challenger-Nine, declares a dreamy mission,
colourful blur images, enters imagined territory in butterfly vision,
twenty five years passed, the ship fails to dock in any first world land,
successive captains and cabin staff steer the vehicle into quicksand.
The united crews force all passengers to unite under a single flag,
consume alone all the butter and milk to prolong span and jet lag.
become mutants, content as chrysalis, hang as cocoon, in demise,
to survive, transform and accommodate, alone, garden won’t multiply.