When I first heard that voice,
a little anxious it was,
asking, how many kids one has'th
or that not having them has a price
Butterflies rose in my stomach,
it was that feeling of flight,
rising in the heart like a
missing light,
But, fluttering creates Turbulence,
And so, I, with my own hands,
strarted chasing,
not the colors of butterflies,
but chasing, them
Away
And today I know,
Butterflies go away,
back into their cocoon
from beauty to being ugly
Again, and now I feel my stomach
Empty
I chased the Butterflies Away
Into cocoons,
mixed into my blood.
It will flow away,
And again, I will wait to see the
Beauty that I Chased,
Away
(On spotting a colorful Butterfly on walk, such small life they have, they go away fast)
Copyrights : Shweta Singh (Written : 20th June, 2019; Conceptualized : 18th June, 2019)
